(unsent letters to CJM trilogy, part 01)
but we don't think it was real.
So we sit here numb,
‘cos that’s easy to feel.
Remember the touch of your mind,
and how one so sweet turn so unkind.
You told us about him,
drunk on shitty canned wine.
If we’d known love had a time limit,
at the start we would have declined.
We didn't know it then but we do now,
all “our” transactions were complete.
Like Shooting Stars “We” Just Burned Out -
Shining So Bright, In Our Headlong Flight -
Without A Fight You Gave Up And Left -
Now We’re Wondering What The Fuck We Should Do -
We Had It All -
Or So We Thought -
Then We Had You.
Now we never needed you to fix us,
though in your mind you needed to.
We are well aware that “we”,
could have had glory.
But like F. Scott and Zoey,
this is the end of “our” story.
We sit here tonight,
alone with our heart.
Alone with our memories,
and the future we thought.
We said “I love you” first,
we meant it then and it ain't left us yet.
Like Shooting Stars “We” Just Burned Out -
Shining So Bright, In Our Headlong Flight -
Without A Fight You Gave Up And Left -
And We’re Wondering What The Fuck We Should Do -
We Had It All, -
Or So We Thought -
Then We Had You.
We Had It All -
Or So It Seemed -
We Had It All -
Then We Lost You.
2021.06.21 @ 2145
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