impasse
Summer nights are all the same.
Their insomniac navy blue,
The cold sidewalks, humid air,
Bring right back all of my shame
For a wrong that wasn't there.
All of this fake body's cells
Have twice over been replaced,
Yet this back still has to bear
Past ambition, past disgrace,
The crushing weight of my past selves.
I went back there once again,
Knocked at the cathedral's door
To revive a past long gone
Like I hadn't tried before,
Like I wouldn't just feel pain.
Saw a face reflected in
Its cold uncaring colored glass
And with tingling in my skull
Ran as any coward runs
When he knows he will not win.
For it always starts like this.
There's nostalgia so perverse
In re-playing torn old tape.
It is tempting to immerse
Yourself in that which is not missed.
Sun and moon keep storming by
And the message never sends.
If it weren't for my lies,
In another better life,
He and I could have been friends.
Summer nights keep haunting me.
A confusion unresolved.
A cold glass of orange juice,
Music, lights, a crowded hall,
An old name, a eulogy.
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