It looks like an end,
maybe it went with Millie
to Devon shores, I can
almost hear her
laughing.
What were we doing,
running away
from each other after
the bar that night?
Oh god,
we spent too much of it
wasted. We spent
too much of it.
An ocean,
things mattered.
Words, dimedozen.
I can’t laugh about it yet.
You can’t
laugh about it yet.
I was
supposed to take care
of you. I was supposed to
take care.
These were two years
I would throw onto
the fire because
I misunderstood
the meaning
of sacrifice.
But then you stood,
that night,
between me and
the Ladies room.
These years were to be
a forerunner of
some death for this
poor Ouroboros.
But you stood
between me
that night.
So I stopped
practicing
my last breath.
And we wrote
on the wall.
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