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Not over you, not under yet

though the water’s looking good

I’m starting on the slippery slope of

forgetting your face

The strings have started

to tear and unravel-

which I expected, they were

loosely threaded after all

Now you’re just a sentence

or two or maybe a conversation

I can’t reach you, you’ve dropped

a weight on my hands

Now you’re just a pair of eyes,

going through your own hell

on the other side of the world

Now you’re just a star breather

I’ve cried with remembering

but it’s having no memories left

having to live and learn over again

that scares me to death

I’m drenched again but

this time I’m soaked with hatred

and how a quarter smile could

shake the whole world

Now you’re just a sentence

or two or maybe a conversation

I can’t reach you, you’ve dropped

a weight on my hands

Now you’re just a pair of eyes,

going through your own hell

on the other side of the world

Now you’re just a star breather

The bridges you built in my head

are shifting underground with all the

old songs I knew that are always

on my tongue but won’t fall

I cling to the slippery slope of

faking lives and foolish reasons

but I know it’s inevitable

forgetting your face