CephCepheus

nothing quite like the moment when you asked                 what the hell do i do now? stalls my head free fallingairplane style and the hiss and scratch of your voice passing by may as well be red on red for all the attention a man already dead can waltzwhitmanlike pounding bound the last mile in a few leaps and embrace you but i stayed where i was and the plane was lost and the romantic is some new york sandwich not a rugged man lost who loves too much