Alternative - Poem by Rhys Owens
i remember those nights,
you showed up with your Russian haired hood,
it was as the restaurant at the end of the world,
more like a diner;
you don't remember,
you weren't always there.
it was the night i fell off the wagon;
the lady in red,
riding hood, you remember? -
the cloak and dagger ramble?
the first night i said, 'i love you, ' in anger;
the next day you were all perturbed,
as you told me a few days later...
there were too many zombies
out on friday nights,
when we had our dates,
so i don't remember.
but i remember now,
i went there without you...
a darkish red reminded me of my nights with you,
a glowish fire over the surroundings,
that glowed a blue, on nights before,
but red with you.
you added an ember to my idleness.
i want to go on a roadtrip.
this is all a little premature;
any given night is not the same
when we just go on random
on a trip that never plans.
i have too much to say...
what i see,
to show you without
i had a lot more to say
'sgood i forgot.
so i don't ruin then, now.
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