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Jeremy Weber

Stale

Smoke from cigarettes
rises to the ceiling
words from lips
run away like water
down some distant fall
I'm seeing nothing
in something I thought was all

Strobe light memories
pull me from my thoughts
as I drift from past to present
and make connections
I never knew were there
I'm seeing something
in things that were nothing

The past is nothing
It cannot fear me, please me, or love me
She reflects on me to this day
but she doesn't stay here
I have long since forgotten
my past
our past