1.
after a hard day’s riding my
t-shirt smells of sweat and caked mud dried
it was fresh and clean when you
wore it before we eventually slept last night
it seems so long ago so far away
and i wonder what you’ll do with the one i left behind
would you wear it sometime to
remember me or would you forget that it was mine
maybe you’ll wrap it up in a
plastic bag and put it at the back of the shoe closet
a keepsake for the times spent a
reminder of this summer when we met
2.
the paver blocks fly up to meet
the sharp lines of falling rain
as solitude walks drenched
hunched over head down eyes burning with pain
dragging longing by the hair
leaving a smear of blood to be washed into the puddles
while ryuk the shinigami watches amused
from the rooftops munching on a blood-red
apple
and i walk away wicked smile and
crazy hair having scribbled longing
in my deathnote
because i cannot stand it when upon someone i begin to dote
3.
you come back disillusioned
disaffected
the careless look of the romantic
young traveller perfected
toasted brown from a sun too hot
dirty feet and hair that smell of smoke and dust and sweat
you return with more questions
than answers and vague tales of things you did and people you met
but it’s impossible to not see
the gaping hole instead of the self-generated self-worth you sought
but i figured something while you
were away. the plug you seek is something i’m not
4.
someday the bed’ll be too narrow for the two of us
your hair in my face might bother
me and you won’t make such a fuss
over the pain in my intercostals.
actually the pain too will be gone before long
someday it’ll be just too irksome
to steal into your room and leave before dawn
not everything i say will make
you laugh or even make you smile
and kisses won’t suffice when we
run out of vodka at night
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