we'll carry on then in this unworded cloud
no we won't state anything
we'll laugh and dance
we'll stare at each other in the eye if we ever do manage to sit a yard away
the yard is important.
that's when we'll hold the stare
we'll blink
we'll keep looking
till then
you can pass me by
and i'll let you
time won't stop
we'll become the walking dead
you will be a breathing memory laughing for real in front of me
and i will marvel at having the same questions
every bloody time.
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