but it's best to become strangers
never trapped, never in trance
under the power of the celestial
we stopped dancing at 11
with feelings that are at last
at their end
of the line, end of the time
don't tell me more
after letting these hearts beating cold
stars are getting bored at
looking down upon us both
with our similar looking scars
but different fates, different tastes in life
james, we lost
each other
we were disparate, too different
two people indifferent
and ahead of themselves and
over the past
this was never meant, to l--inger longer
you moved on fast
and i waited behind
trying not to break because i am stronger
i pretended i was stronger, i loved you
i never said i stopped being the lover you stole from the light
but you were already walking away
from
me
i was left watching the distance
counting the steps, the gap
getting bigger than whatever's left of us
- stopped at 11
03.07.19
photo by Michael Weibel