if tonight be our last and the skies fall and the universe splits in two

I would like to go with the imprint of your head leaning on my shoulder

the sound of your laugh filling my eardrums and blocking the impact

the shatter of everything falling off the shelves

as you sigh and make some remark that they really picked their timing

you just mopped the floor

that would be the blueprint, my dear sweet friend, for the rest of our short short lives

and I would like that


Jaye Boyd

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