The desert is gone.
I threw it away.
No.
I didn't throw it away,
I put it up
which might as well have been throwing it away
since the only person who can reach the damn thing
is completely out of reach of me.
The field is gone, too.
I sold the land
to build a Guitar Center.
You can thank me later.
I find myself
in a land of Gated Communities
and I haven't a clue
when it happened.
The waters are still.
The fish are gone.
Can I get away with one more picture?
The point...the point
is that I've lost everything
that made me yours.
It's been gone for a while
that's not the revelation.
The kicker here
is the gradual realization
that it's never coming back.
See there?
I've done it again.
I can't concentrate.
And there's lots of things I could blame it on
but it doesn't change the fact
that my mouth has become
Ramen Common.
My hands are only good for two things
(or three depending on how long I get for lunch)
and I can't keep writing
like I never lost it.
The evidence is everywhere, isn't it?
.......
You and I?
We're in a similar predicament, we are.
Though you seem unphased
by the collapsing code between us
so I guess I'll just ask.
What went wrong?
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