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(for pi)
We can’t fit through the door anymore I swear all three of us fit before Now, we all have to go one by one Into our house but our home is gone The tiles are colder now - it’s funny Lava used to flow beneath feet I guess the fire has been extinguished Blown by the wind our paper home vanished Dear brothers, do you remember, though - When all those scratch papers turned to snow? We brought the seasons under our roof These mem’ries flame deathless, they’re ice-proof We brought suns to fall and moons to kneel How invincible we used to feel Back in our home that stands on the past We ignored the fact that time flies fast The present has given us new eyes Paper’s just paper, tiles are just tiles The sun still rises, the moon still stands The past fades under today’s cold hands So here we stand on our house, our crypt Wond’ring how, through our fingers, time slipped Through the past our minds persist to roam But keep digging, boys, we’ll find our home Do you recall that Hallmark moment
of our very first encounter, that late Sunday night in 7-Eleven when we both reached for the last shaving razor? Do you realize the irony of the chain of events that moment stirred? It’s funny to think that when we were together, I actually preferred you with a beard. Do you still remember all the sneak-ins and sneak-outs? The surreptitious gazes? The midnight drinking bouts? Do you still know the reason why it didn’t work between us? It was never really clear for me I might have been too oblivious to realize that the flame between us had been reduced to embers. If I had known, I would’ve fanned them back up but you had already pissed on the cinders. Just out of curiosity, do you ever spare me a thought when you’re in bed, counting the bumps on your ceiling? Do you ever look back to that time when our flame was all-consuming? Because, let’s get this straight: I never did! I never spared you a thought. (You’re all that I think about each day.) And no, I never looked back. (How can I, when I never even looked away?) |