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You were wide eyed between the

cedars 

I remember the night smelling 

so sweet  

 like cheap wine 

and cigarettes 

and trees 

I never kept anything you gave me 

and the regret spills over 

like a random mountain stream 

I don’t know what I am now 

without you 

and you didn’t know that deep 

down I really loved your stupid jokes 

Because I never laughed. 

I had the chance, 

and I didn’t laugh 

and when I watched 

a ball of light roll from 

your lips 

I felt everything 

go wrong 

And 

I guess it’s inside every man,

the split mirror, 

the black serpents tongue 

slithering in 

and out for

a breath you didn’t have 

the cold, not so quick death 

And you always had said…

that when you’d had enough 

you’d take to the fields 

You’d climb the hay and 

lie at the foot of the forest

the cedar stinging your nostrils 

I just never really believed you.