How I Feel About What Will Happen In The Past Poem by Nicolas 'Kokonutz' Kokonas

Liquid smoke in a spray bottle when you’re fishing for a new pair of shoes at the local saloon.
A glimpse to the past makes you question your future
Never question my authority or lack there of
Let it go,
Let’s get on with our lives
You’re not aloud to worry until I worry.
Do I look worried?
I don’t know what happened the day we went away
but I like it.
So let’s stay away forever
And be what we always dreamed.
I don’t know why I feel like I can’t control myself
I don’t know who is in control
I can’t…
I….I can’t believe that you aren’t still breathing in the words you heard spilled from my mouth seventeen years three hundred and fifty nine days ago.
Oh and I forgot to tell you
I’m going to die here in another seventy eight years
And I’m going to make sure that you are next to me when the angel of death decides he will come
And maybe it will be buy one get one free and you can escape with me
You always liked a good deal
So I’ll utter those screams again when I’m ninety five years three hundred and fifty nine days old
And 3: 04 am will be seventy eight years away waiting for me
Waiting to take me
And I’ll wait for thee
But until then
We will part won’t we?
See you then?