In the morning you were sleeping in the dark
you know that type of morning dark shade
that is so opposite from night,
and all my reasons to wake you
left me with cold feet on the hardwood floor.
I bought time once
and it left me broke.
Ancient people talk to me about how
we held hands and made choices
in the new land. A black and white shot
of all the dead people sitting on a quilt
up in the Greek village where
I saw the sky for the first time.
If my soul was on a leash
it would be easy to control
but I never worked out my life
like musical notes.
It would be ideal to see how
the last act plays
but the fortune teller told me
I would live long,
sign my name
over and over again
until I was tired of Christina
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