Wearing out the shoes I borrowed,
though by now it's clear you could care less.
The same applies to everything -
I've know you proud, but seen you fading.
And you quote the darkest words,
some band that could be worse -
I sit and sympathize.
Tearing up a page of broken promises
and plans made for you.
See, I want to help my friends,
but they're too smart for me,
and every scheme I pitch is 'so last year'.
And it's some fucked up irony - some fear of getting better -
creating the distance.
We cruise the night in silence...
A color where all is calm,
they come to me in waves.
Several surfaces mimic shapes -
cellophane, glass, aluminium.
Identifying parts and pieces.
I focus on the frame where I can see
your hand within arm's reach,
the crushed ice of the windshield.
I sympathize for last time.
The wealth of detail is now unreal,
from your healing tattoo,
to the holes in the heel of my shoe.