Night Finds Us Staring At Words Representative Of Who We Want The World To Think We Have Become

thank you for melodies
at nightime,
i will never forget you,
shaken.

you are wonderful,
you are sad.

i will cry at the death of you
at the continuing death of this
of all the commonalities,
slowalities, romanticalities,
perfectalities, mistakealities
that our removal from each other
endured.

goodbye place,

i want you
in mine
and vanish
the death of us.

let's get better.