Met you at the movies, sweet hands shaking as you hold me close, stealing a cigarette from me, though you don’t smoke, because you’re choking on nervous energy, and thought it might help. (It didn’t). We got some tickets for later, to see something romantic, so your panic over our actual plans wouldn’t feel like…

If it has to happen, let it happen now, let the world end while I am somewhat satisfied, oh, wheel of fortune, let me die in her arms, vaccinated and placated, no longer reachable by reality, end my life, while I can still hear the harmony of our heartbeats. Meeting her in my dreams each…

Saudade, suddenly you’re back on my mind, sublime and serene, cherished, like when we first met. I haven’t crossed your path in an eternity. Blue ribbon in my hair, your favourite colour, busy streets feel abandoned when you are at home, hiding on top of the fireplace, in your bronze prison.