on a grey street just as rain ends or begins.
in a city with bigger life than bystander gods can fathom.
with blink of your lips and a kiss of your eyes.
as truths change.
and death is a motherfucker.
find me before it is too late.
while I can still sing.
like two stars dying.
our time was murderous but magnificent.
and should be remembered.
like sunny days after being sick.