I’ve been here before, she said.

My tears tell a story, I said.

Perhaps they did.


I can’t stay, she said.

I’ve no reason, I said.

Watching her walk away.


The point is beneath, she said.

And I’m ever thankful, I said.

There in the smoke from the gun.


Don’t you hear in the radio? She said in my head.

You’re not here, I said.

And the guitars mourned.


We’re alone in the crowd, she said.

Nothing but us, I said.

And she kissed me again.


My mind is a garden, she said.

I would love to stay, I said.

It was, too.


The way eyes turn silver as seeing is strangled away.


Was that really me?


It was too…

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