I can’t escape you even in the corners of my mind
I miss you more and more every turn of the moon -
the bad days are fading and blurring out of focus, and I stop and think
were you really bad? was it ever you? could it really have been me like you said it was?
I want you back and far away at the same time, two halves of the past fighting and clawing it’s way back into the present











