I disappear
and she disappears
it makes our eyes sparkle
she does it in public
I spread eagled on the bed
but my reserves won't be buffaloed
being so much younger
hers are still complaining
about a fly on the wall
the size of a shoe
that has captured her attention
shipwrecked on land
marooned among the living
and it is I
who thank you?
it has something to do with faith
whatever happens happens without us
I hate when you say I hope you find happiness
as if it is something I was born without and was
supposed to be looking for all along
will you at least tell me if I am getting warm?
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