TWO THOUSAND 100 FOURTY THREE MILES

AFTER SCHOOL
WALKING HOME
FRESH DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS
AND I CAN SMELL 

HOT ASPHALT
CARS SCREECH

TO A HALT TO LET ME PASS 

 

I CANNOT REMEMBER
WHAT LIFE WAS LIKE 

THROUGH PHOTOGRAPHS
TRYING TO RECREATE IMAGES

LIFE GIVES US FROM OUR PAST 

BUT I CANNOT FORGET
REFUSE TO REGRET
SO GLAD I MET YOU 

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
MAKE EVERYDAY
WORTH ALL OF THE PAIN THAT I HAVE
GONE THROUGH  

 

SHE SAID THE BATTLES ALMOST WON
AND WE'RE ONLY SEVERAL MILES FROM THE SUN

 

THE RHYTHM OF HER CONVERSATION
THE PERFECTION OF HER CREATION
THE SEX SHE SLIPPED INTO MY COFFEE
THE WAY SHE FELT WHEN SHE FIRST SAW ME  

HATE TO LOVE

AND

LOVE TO HATE HER
LIKE A BROKEN RECORD PLAYER
BACK AND FORTH AND HERE AND GONE
AND ON AND ON

 AND ON AND ON 

M5