time for a getaway.

with a new car battery,
i spend some time to myself
exploring our old neighborhood
listening to your mix, part II.

(it made me feel guilty that
i now cannot impart any kind of advice
to help you get through whatever it is you are going through).

i feel sorry
for how quickly
our pettiness prevented the proper
words to be exchanged
when they needed to be exchanged.

ill-thoughts festered in silence.

and i feel ill for
how all these fucking songs
we shared are telling me of the truths -
i could not save you,
and you, me.

forced independence
made me turn against you.



the ringing in my ear is going away.
which probably means you
are no longer thinking
of me.

there are no lies
in this common experience -
truth need only be believed by
the eyes of the beholder.


i'm wishin'
that we fall back down
to earth
sometime soon.

and when i land,
i'll be waiting.