something more than mere obligation
a prose sweeter than sick bed nursing
back to health don’t you die on me
i need your strength or who knows
something more than reminiscing
a night of laughter and the strange
air somehow void of the sincerity
we once seemingly bought into no
waitress don’t take that away too
yes let’s just keep it here
i can barely keep it from
sifting through my
fingers but keeping something
even something lost
is better than keeping nothing
if so wickedly forced to choose
which, sadly, we are.
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