i walk past the brick of buildings,
i walk the past
i walk past the eeriness of change
past the smallness in the laughter i gave to you
past the almost drunken eyes;yours completely by the bottle
what i gave you; a certainty of warmth
now all i've got is this ghost hanging above,
above what? i don't know.
i walk past the first taste of flesh in flesh
i walk past your simple brows
i walk the past.
