When he was I, And I was he. We laid crying in the desert sands. Holding hands. Our friends burning nearby. The cities burning in the sky. Laughing, he squeezed my hand. Crying, he squeezed the trigger. Oh, how we were filled with so much vigor. But now there is only I. Only him. Let me die.
I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words