稲光

on the back of a motor bike

with your arms outstretched trying to take flight…

leaving everything behind.

but even at our swiftest speed,

we couldn’t break from the concrete

in the city where we still reside….

…. & I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea,

like navy men

cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides

LIKE BROTHERS IN A HOTEL BED.

ps. you may tire of me, as our December sun is setting.
because i’m not who I used to be.

- B GIBBARD

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