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You’re a cold nostalgia
because you’re still my
this time last year
sitting on the Pendleton
stoop asking me why
like you always would
and I’d always say
because. I never really
knew an answer, I only
knew I did.
And in this way we were
good but I always knew
I’d end up fucked and
without you. I cried when
I moved out the studio
off Euclid Avenue. I sat
by myself in a different
emptiness than the one
we moved into. Then, I too
left for good.
And in the ways the night
is wanted, I never sleep
alone. And all the love
that I’ve had since, I tell
them why because
I don’t.