lucky ones who when they go, when the last heartbeat thumps & the flatline shows, are surrounded by loved ones who hold their hands, who speak to them comfortable
knew a man who’d been around the block & it’d be ok to say it--- was one of those guys that wore his fucks on his sleeve, like they’d been going out of style &
said to be silly in this day & age to believe for a second that all it would take is to remind the one you love that you love them, that it would take a simple form, that it could be
seems twice was two long to think, seems that “wisdom” prevailed & put up the road block between said possible action & the reality of defeat in retrospect--- what could’ve been
mom says she can’t wait till’ the election is over. mom says she’s sick of hearing them talk. mom says they’re reading from the same script, only using different words.