Part II. Left Further Behind by Uriel Tovaryou came in
with that snot nose rap
your fucking smile could cut a thousand hearts
but that ninja star
pinned mine to the tree
carving your initials
with blue and red ink
there were times
where i could wait
ages
for you to come back
from that long train ride in
to the station
flowers in my hands
and hearts in my left shirt pocket
still dripping wet
the stains on my shirt match the
stains on your tissue
cold and hard
dried out and brittle
from the rain
that came before that sunshine
on that plain you spent
your life away from me
but the station lost its glow
and its appeal turned
into wet
trampled confetti on
a dirty floor
mushed and smashed into
balls of mud
i stopped showing
and you stopped caring
i stopped feeling
the beating in my shirt pocket. 08/14/2005 Posted on 08/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
|