from bed, cud

stills left on the kitchen table 

a shot of you when less able

i sat along while you were crumbling 

a situation just kept tumbling

what did you want me to do?

where was that when you were you

now a fraction left alone

a silent thought waiting on the phone

messages i never got 

future attempts that i dropped

a stoic time when we were stills

a moment when nothing seemed to maaaaatter

it didn’t seem like any of that maaaattered

a space and life behind

now i listen while you’re blind

the passions tied us to our posts

a lesson left for our ghosts

to dance and wonder what we meant

just stills now dancing on the pavement 

i lost you in that place

remnants of a forgotten place

now its nothing just your face

on stills i carry and retrace

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