Friendship is one long monologue,
says my shadow as we walk
swapping witticisms
like a whore accepts compliments.
In the breaks between words
I number the pavement cracks
the way I count my failures:
one at a time and in no particular order.
But, I can feel the sun rising
says my shadow as we walk
swapping witticisms
like a whore accepts compliments.
In the breaks between words
I number the pavement cracks
the way I count my failures:
one at a time and in no particular order.
But, I can feel the sun rising
and know one day I'll be without you,
as light pushes you back,
but you'll be there each time
I tip-toe round the cracks
as I count my successes -
one at a time,
so lets make the most of now,
while we can my oldest friend.
but you'll be there each time
I tip-toe round the cracks
as I count my successes -
one at a time,
so lets make the most of now,
while we can my oldest friend.
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