a spinning light
like a spinning star
boys in the band
girls at the bar
the smell of beer
the smell of piss
the nights with you
I haven't missed
the smell of stars
the smell of us
I miss you most
when I'm on the bus
the weight of dreams
the weight of you
the heaviness
of what is through
I cooked your meals
I made your bed
you washed my clothes
you kissed my head
I got sad
I moved away
so many things
I couldn't say...
and this lame poem
is just for you
and all the things
that we went through
some things were great
some things were rough
and this lame poem
is not enough
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