shes all

I am the driver of my car

and the sun begins to grant you

warmth of four in the afternoon.

deaths dance is what i dream of but 

i realize my age is coming soon. 

Confused?

me too. 

I can see your ghost haunting my passenger seat

with black eyes and beautiful black eyeliner

in my mind i see these pink checkered tiles and glass 

block window installations

thinking that maybe our thing would be greek interior.

and we would live in this video age where you liked my music

and we played video games. 

and life would be where it was when it died

I see the long sundown, and visions of you in this bright

warm afternoon

maybe sometime later in my life 

if i get that far.

but hoping that i can count on you is getting to me

theres this day out there that another me has lived where

you are

3/16/23

 im feeling: stupid

so i released the idea of you tonight
for a fair wind
and the fresh air
friend i love with my heart..

the ocean with this smoke makes me quiet
and helps my mind sleep. familiar times these are. less people and my wet socks.
this light in the back of a restaurant helps me tie the night, you said your words.