My hearts hung on the wall 
nailed up with my past self,

the ones I mentioned I propped up 
next to the TV
and on the back shelf 

next to all our Doctor Who posters

the half empty cups we left on the table
with no coasters, the ones I just forgot to wash
as I watched and stared 
at a blank TV on a blow up chair,
exhaled one long sigh into the air and I said so soft,



“I’m just so fucking lost”. 



I’m just too forgiving and that’s a give in.

but you’ve been the one to help me,

brain dead, 
in the land of the living. 



This house we live in
 was made into a home

one that picked me off of my feet 
and reconnected every severed limb
,
reconstructed every cracked, and damaged bone.



Time and relative dimension in space

set the date and we’ll be gone without a trace

I’ll go anywhere, just to be alone with the smile on your face.

and I know that you love me it must be difficult to see
that you sheered off all the leaves
 and cut the branches from the trees
and 
left them cold and bare and I know that you’re scared 

because you know I felt like 
I was there to stare

 and

and watch as your lips locked in pairs

like I watched it from afar

maybe in another person’s car, in the passengers seat

he leaned over and fashioned your defeat

and you accepted his advances 

I can’t play this in my head, so I retreat

how’d could you risk us and this all 
and chance this?



The girls at the drive thru of DQ

and Dunkies they always seem to be smiling at me
And I know how you hate it. and they could be beautiful

but when I smile back they’re just faceless,
and 
it’s tasteless,
so let’s just erase this from our life and face this 



let’s accept what has happened,
let’s not may be distracted by attractions

when there was no passion, just a meaningless action.


So now I’ll hold my breath and count to three

when I’m done I’m singing Allon-sy! 

and it’s just fantastic, and so were you and I.

I don’t want to go, I just can’t say goodbye.
and I’ll never forget falling on you at the Lions Lions show

Jumping off the meeting house stage

shouting “Geronimo!”

and I won’t forget this, no, not one line,
and I’m asking again

will you be mine, through all of space and time?