20.37

First lovers do die.

 

They die every day.

Time; fire touching clay.

 

Each recollection,

Fails to bring to vision

Any sort of authentic

Feeling of affection.

 

That feeling, exactly

That, died long ago.

Dying down slowly, like

Falling flakes of snow.

 

They’re dead,

But they live on.

 

Walking to and fro;

Distant shades of

What is no more.

 

Twenty years,

And maybe more.

 

First lovers die,

Just like any other

Thing that lives.

 

Sooner or later,

They have to

Say goodbye.

 

 

17.19

let’s talk again about our past

and how everything didn’t make sense

and how we almost lost our minds

because growing up was a pain

and the truths we learned hurts

and how our imbalanced hormones

made us stay up all night

wondering why life is so bad

of course it isn’t bad now

but it used to, or it just felt

bad.

 

let’s talk again like we used to,

though I don’t know you like I used to

because we both changed a lot

and still we change, day to day

silent voices

You told me about those voices

About things that occupy your head

Ever since god knows when, and

How they force you to wander off

To places you’d rather not visit again

Places you want to leave behind

Places where you don’t feel anything

 

Well let me tell you this

You can tell them to leave

Don’t worry that much

Leave all the worrying to me