6 years

it’s been six years

older — wiser
still exactly the same

puzzle pieces of you
swerving through the life
we so carefully picked up again
like the flowers we selected from
the fields we passed on the way here

left with all but an impression of an impression
that lingers into nothingness

and I keep adopting your
handwriting
your hairstyle smile
your ways to move your hips about
and your lips when they pout and smirk as the world presents itself in all its fatuousness again

and as natural as the love is
as unnatural is the bridge that divides our river

body shivers with every next lover picked up
roughly examining the facts the relaxed version of a

train-tracked slacker dancing on the middle part of a solution
the trust envisioned imprinted in the road to nowhere

the lovers loving regardless right on the outskirts of a vinyl record flipped around too many times

eventually

-D.