When you go back in time, memory films of
Thinking about what we did that night with our tongues,
Feeling auburn suns and breathing twisted lungs
You were thinking, ‘it felt like silk’
And I was blinking back tears of a mixed message;
But at least I tried.

We have withered pasts
But our future is on oxygen
And our fingers curbing the auction
Screaming the highest bid.
Yet somehow we know that the past never lasts
In the long run, at least.
So we made for the door without seconds to spare
Only one of us ended on the floor, lying there.

At least there I can pretend
Creating fake notions like an outspoken friend
‘Can I stay over until morning?’
Then we know there is nothing good songs cannot mend
And we feel like tomorrow is just around the bend.
Because lying on this floor, I can see you for all
In the long run.

So when you lend thoughts to breath
I won’t forget you
Or at least I’ll try—
As the wind might try to forgive fathers swept up in their lives
Or attempt to stop them from cheating on their wives
Even quell the blood-ties
That hurtle me into life,
It is not always a gamble.

At least there I can pretend
Thrown to the ground thinking, again,
We were only boys in tenth grade
But it wasn’t just games that were made.
What we did with our tongues
In my bedroom with the door locked
I begin to think,
Now hospital beds fade;


Hurricanes have a sense of morality.