you threw it away
god dammit
the buckle and the shoes
the house with the crews that
came to paint
for us
you ran to the middle
not the side I was on
the days before I learned
the sanity was gone
you groped for the scheme
in love with the tail end of faith
its meaning present only
for those few days
you shored up the death
of the best thing you ever had
me
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