when it hits me
the feeling or memory

like I could just call

or send you a line

write all incognito

and pretend that your mine


when I have a thought

or an idea

or if I’m just confused and mad at the world

and want my escape


When things are going bad
or going good

changes are changes
as changes should


Are some times

When I just miss you

I miss the way it was
and the way it wasn’t

The way we were

and the way we pretended
with no pretenses

I miss your voice
and your face

I miss all I didn’t want to know

that made us us in our space

and sometimes baby

when I’m fully alive the way you showed me

I cry real tears in some real alive anger

I’m so mad at you for leaving

didn’t you think I would miss you

was there nothing you could have told me

on your way out to the stars

but sometimes


across all that space and time

there is never going to be a place to far

and sometimes

I still hear
all that I miss
and feel
our breath like a kiss

and I’m doing my best
to keep my alive alive


remembering some time



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