Such a Thing

To see that face everyday

But my wants keep consuming

the games fate plays are abrasive

taking layers and vital parts

and my heart feels several shades

that fall up to sink apart 

and multiple layers that all bleed grey

like too much soup in the wicked heat

believe me it is a special ache

Universal to those that know and do

owned only by the honey like memory

and ice storms of simple missing

Thats it, just the lack of them, of it

As I do, caught and caged this fool

Other men, that man I was that man

he knows you and that knowledge is caustic

my insides falling to pieces as you lift him up

I was, and I most likely shall only had been

a film developed before the picture shot

had you and me in it


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