i don't care
if i'm going soon
if soon
all i'll be is a memory
of your fingertips against keys
on a piano
that isn't even yours
these days
nights
hours
moments
fading into seconds until i've got to go again
have been nothing short of everything i've ever imagined
poetry
in a sense that i can't make posts about it
or can't be bothered
to take the time

love is

[yes]

*pictures, pending.