i could agree, to hold
falstaff, and let fall the
blurring nights. but i
can't. i just lie, here,
and my mouth is
dry from drinking
a thousand gallons
of water - but so is
yours, and we agree.

there is no words
we could ever use in
any combination.

this, of us, connected
through emotion over a
cityscape of union. i know
i know, i knew it was a
phase, but this darling,
of discontentment and
discolored eyes is no longer
real by the standards of time.

and you will go,
and i will work,

i am unsure what else to say.