the way
i walk
backwards into walls
i need somebody's
eyes back there
behind my head.
all i see
is your face
waving goodbye.
that slight tip of your head
that you do,
your oakleys damp
on the bridge of your nose:
i had to drag myself
over the threshold.
no no no
i better look forward, baby:
i might run into walls.
things hurt.
i do it to myself.
but looking back at least
i can't see
your face
at its saddest,
your eyes that remind
me of me...
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