Landfill/lovefill

And in this one I keep all the glowering skies that became corsets when you left
And in this one I keep the essence of corazon azul that was the only worthwhile thing we made
And in this one I keep the synaptic Polaroid of you waiting on the marmalade chaise long, hands open to pleasure
And in this one I keep all the shoulda coulda wouldas, the maybes that we extracted from the three flickering dots of the messages that never sent, arrived
And in this one I keep a train ticket of longing, clipped and clipped and clipped, as I kept trying to take this journey again
And in this one I keep the better me, the version 5.74 that left meat behind, that went to the gym five times a week, that cried when you needed him to, that gave you a gin and tonic two seconds before you knew you needed it
And in this one I keep the wheezing knife that you cut us apart with
And in this one I keep all the stupid old shit that we keep pretending won’t become landfill
And in this one I keep eau de regret, parfum de failure, the endless waterfall that love could be
And in this one I keep the kick drum pattern and sine wave curve that arched your back into mine
And in this one I keep the last tracemark of your first kiss on my lips
And in this one I keep our once and present future, as it disappears again