The Split Love

Of bigger cities
With empty office spaces,
With the split love of hills and music and sunshine,
Unreasonably sad web of lies
When you say goodbye to one
And you’re glad you found the other one.
A trickling feeling
Of broken smiles
Cleaning your desk
Your empty desk in this small town
Is no small ask.
It’s like you care only about yourself
In the big city and in the big village as well.
Nothing is in moderation,
And everything is in consternation
As if you’re still finding and following
Footsteps that were never walked.
Your mouth is easy to speak to, but your ears are so hard to be talked
Imagine as we cloud the sunsets,
Pull the blanket of dreams on our eyes.
Sweet revelries, sour child.
Keep thinking of you.

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