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2008 11 16 (my heart is on my sleeve — i wear it like a bruise or black eye)

i know you’re living way out west
don’t get me wrong
i’m not impressed
with you
no more.

these floods of you are unforgiving
pushing past me
spilling through the banks
and i
fall
faster
than light and
faster than
time
that’s how memory works
at least
in the dark
where i am searching for meaning
when i’m just searching for something
(–converge, “jane doe”)

i remember where we were standing
i remember how it felt.
may 2004.