i hate that there is no more time in your apartment
we moved on
moved out of rainy afternoons
of sounds my boots made
of buzzing nerves
of city air clinging to my skin
imagine - we had nowhere to go
but we moved on
i hate the inability of living things to stay in place
time waits
we vibrate and relocate,
incessantly remaking life
we swallow time.
it’s not behind, but within
we move beyond
collective flickering, surpassing
so only memory can touch it now

Commentaires