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August 8, 2007

do you remember four years ago this day?
did it cross your mind as you lit your morning cigarette
turned on the tv
scratched your scalp

such a contrast

to the hands that pulled me through the white
hands on altar and tears in four eyes
i approached you
and with your first glimpse you whispered
…this is the happiest moment of my life…
so what has that been replaced with?
do the cheap conversations and nerve pulses satisfy so easily?

i know you have forgotten the higher things
and perhaps even the sweet name known only to you
but you still leave me guessing
as to if you remember today

now
eights are just infinity signs
that fell over