the hands are
cold
and he is
inside
trying to put
thoughts
together about
those
he has leaned
on too hard
won’t look into
eyes
couldn’t have
meant much
looking back
important things
take center
stage now
insensitivity
to a situation
like a broken
fuckin record
where are the
good memories
guess not much
of a friendship
when it comes
right down to it
hands still
cold moving
across the
paper…
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