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my nightly ritual
of writing one more poem
before i shut my eyes
and dream unpleasantly
of something that is (hopefully) surreal,
has somehow
become less (and less) appealing.

i don't have much to say
my worrying has (undoubtedly) sucked me dry
and left me with nothing much to say
in my letters to you.

i haven't even gotten up the nerve
to tell your parents of
the (possible) bad news.
she called me tonight
and asked me how i was,
so i lied to her through a (gritted) smile
and said that i was fine,
and how was she?

tonight
i took some photos
of the moon, and it's lonely single star
i thought of you a lot,
and how it's shining down on you
as well.

i came inside shortly after
in hopes to remove (and replace) the roll of film,
when i did it;
i opened it
without (even) winding back
the film i had just used.
three hours of photos erased
in (a second of) misconduct.

my head is somewhere else.

i have nothing to say tonight....
other than
come home soon, and save me
from myself.

Description
my nightly ritual
of writing one more poem
before i shut my eyes
and dream unpleasantly
of something that is (hopefully) surreal,
has somehow
become less (and less) appealing.

i don't have much to say
my worrying has (undoubtedly) sucked me dry
and left me with nothing much to say
in my letters to you.

i haven't even gotten up the nerve
to tell your parents of
the (possible) bad news.
she called me tonight
and asked me how i was,
so i lied to her through a (gritted) smile
and said that i was fine,
and how was she?

tonight
i took some photos
of the moon, and it's lonely single star
i thought of you a lot,
and how it's shining down on you
as well.

i came inside shortly after
in hopes to remove (and replace) the roll of film,
when i did it;
i opened it
without (even) winding back
the film i had just used.
three hours of photos erased
in (a second of) misconduct.

my head is somewhere else.

i have nothing to say tonight....
other than
come home soon, and save me
from myself.