Wednesday, November 22, 2017


Shy shy
always Chey,
behind brown eyes
a perfect woman,
a perfect cry.

She speaks everything to me,
this is about someone,
this is about something.

A perfect despair,
my perfect counterpart
comparable to the luck we draw,
and lies beyond compare.

I still miss you
and our musical thoughts
meshed together,
through Radiohead and dark weather
until the day
you finally let us be

let us Drive...
ending up somewhere cold
I'll keep you warm
(because I know you still hate that).

Anything is better than now,
better than this,
so let us separate
from them,
from our thoughts of past.

We. Belong. Together.