• maestral 8w


    I lost my mind among all the telephone wires
    before I had a chance to redeem and resolve myself to your decline
    an empire of words once spoken
    laying like discarded voicemails
    that had no power over us anymore
    now just detritus among the coffee stains
    and cigarettes we use to smoke together.

    But that was long ago now in the folly of our youth
    that departed like the last bus to my hometown
    taking what pride and self worth I had away
    though I still had those morse code moments
    sending you my regrets
    for all the picked over bones
    and unfulfilled promises we made
    where I lost my momentum

    but then I guess you already knew that
    didn't you?