If the roof caved in
eight years ago
then where have I been since?
Dreaming you back to life
in the most somber
of states of being
on the most melancholy
of nights.
And every middle –
I just had to die.
Sickening deep depressions
with the intensity
of a teenager’s broken heart.
If the rain had only
skipped a night
If you were merely
a memory
if you weren’t even that
when the roof caved in
eight years ago.
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