black wind jacket

Posted on November 20th, 2006 by amygdala.
Categories: Uncategorized.

I wear your body tent, which you gave me
Once
Once
It was raining then, you would not want me to catch a cold.

Yet it was still summer
You went for holidays to the lake and punkies
You’d always call me a little punkie, remember?

I sit in front of the screen
With your black wind jacket
I haven’t heard from u since ages  despite my requests
Nevertheless, I think of u almost daily

It’s become a habit

feels like a phantom pain

a nightmarish *latch on to the unfulfilled*

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