230 days too late.

i want to save the worms, they are suffocating.
everything is drowning beneath me.
i hear pale tones and clatter.
blue and red.
bloodshot and watery.

these songs you taught my fingers to dance to.
adagio and opposition.
lacking in words.

listen again, ache at your honesty.
pause again, remember my bitterness.
“remember me in my opaqueness”

2 hours too early,
to try imagine what it would have been like.
gone too soon to appreciate the simple action.
another day,
i close my eyes and do it again