The past catches up with you You can’t live in the past, you have to move on.

I woke up in your photograph long before my time writing you from broken sleep choosing fonts like wine blinking at the frozen light slipping back to dream kisses from a drying lip Pseudoephedrine thoughts that sail uneasy rolling in on tired waves words you’ll never answer read beyond the grave two things that make no sense a balloon and a dead black crow floating into consciousness no where else to go burn the lasting memories letters never sent books I never borrowed moments never meant face my own worse enemy this time without defeat two moves I had forgotten control and alt delete