Monday, October 24, 2016


I want you
to dissipate into thin air
and along with it take
the memories we used to share

I want all the
songs you sang to me
to evaporate under
the scorching sun

I want this book
you once bought me
on which I write this poem
to ignite and turn into ashes
and disperse into the atmosphere

All the photos we took,
all the places we visited
all the books we read
all the poems we wrote
all the sex we had
all the people we met
I want all of that to stop existing

I want myself to get lost
in the static noise of
an endless void

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