CANCER

i need to know
you're out there.

the way a mariner at sea
learns to love a lighthouse.

so i yearn for simpler times...
when a day refuses to pass
without meaning.

because as of late
i've realized
either Orion is doing cartwheels

or my life is passing me by.

why don't we look up enough?

a day changes into a year
like it's slipping into something
more comfortable, and

your taste
has lingered
seven years in my mouth.

blurring time together
of memories
when you were mine.

sorry for bringing you up again.