22: Memory

it's hard to imagine

that when I'm gone

from here and from you

that none of the things

we sought and built

won't matter

so we'll keep living

hard as we can

squeezing out every

waking moment

with another


our initials will

be burned

into the sky

just like my father

who burned his own

with a zippo

in a roughneck bar

in the middle

of Florida

if there's another place

after this whole thing

on this finite place

there's no doubt

that I'll find you





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