Our Glass of Falling Time

Standing tall as I cast a shadow

from my head to my toes

an outline of a figure I used to love

I used to love

but I never used.

Betrayed but never abandoned

hope or otherwise escaped

when fingers let slip like the wind

I wasn’t carried, I’m no feather

only Abandoned.

We lost, you lost but I found

Imagination with nothing there, you rediscovered

and through the mud our textbook went

flying flags of brown with streaks of red

Half mast I requested

though there were cries of anger

derived from strangers

because you never cared to know.



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