the night explodes
and in beauty,
I am always visited by her.
no matter the length of time,
certain lovers always return
to us, whether in chimera or simple songs.
sometimes they say things in dreams,
but you can't hear it,
because she is too far away.
this happens to be
a few times a week,
mostly sober Mondays after danger.
its tough not to let it stop you
in your railroad tracks,
when certain songs shuffle on Spotify.
when I see pretty things
I think of pretty things
and she was the prettiest thing ever.