nothing happened.
nothing can
I'm a man
without a plan.
I don't have
a destination.
drinking wine
is my salvation.
walking lonely
walking tall
i see her faces
in the trees,
and on joggers
down the street
how can I
clear my head
those yellow
flowers over there
have her exact perfume
a car passed by
just like hers
another jogger called
her name
i close my eyes
it starts to rain
it feels like feathers
i just noticed
this whole time
I was smiling
as i was
thinking of
her
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