Eugene

The time of Eugene

is behind me

 

i am no longer the one who fell in love with

Eugene

 

still we made our hair dread

we poured honey into our fingertips and

curled each clump into sage wands

 

i want for nothing at this moment

but you, Eugene, are a strong string from the past

that I still gently knot and tie into a hammock

to cradle the one love

of my life

 

you are an end with no means

and i should probably write a story

with a dead ending

to keep you in memory

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