[ cold war ]

the silence says much more to me
than the load of bullshit you were
constatly imposing on everyone you see

i feel the temperature drop
every time you walk into the room
the music stops and stormclouds loom on the horizon

you flip through a stack of photographs
cutting out and covering up
the people you don't want to see

i used to want to take away
the relics of the good times
that we spent before the cold war came

but now i realize the simple act
of remembering will cause so much more pain
than the loss ever will

so go arrange those lifeless photographs upon your tabletop
because the glue is so much stronger
than the friendships ever were.

[ 7.13.02 ]

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