you & me and you & me and you & me and remnants, is all.
i'm tying a thought of you into a circle knotted on my finger, to remind me to remember.
all our plans have always fallen into disarray. all our taut bows and smooth wooden bodies and endless forgettery: negation.
flattery, and (re)learning the language of small talk, the gestures of camaraderie.
we look back wonderingly towards the not-so-distant past, try and remember how to pull every bit of life from each night, but arrive at wistful instead.
my philosopher friend once told me that some people just walk around well together. this has to do with pace, with energy, with desires and joys that are more than misleading.
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