A Letter Taped in Sand.

Futile whimpers
And every time I’d look down
When I was blind
And whirry in vision
The whole world
Moving ever
So fast and quickly
And there’d be a glitter heart
Or a letter for a clue
And the color always the letter
For how we’re
Doing and what we’re
Doing tonight.
What i should wear.
“My baby looks good in pink.”
And everyone stole that from you
Because I always wore black so everything I’ve received
Has come in pink.
Just had to change the hot to cashmere.
But black and brown and green and blue and purple always withstand
The stain is yellow though.
For cherry juice comes out
Yellow in the wash.
And tobacco spits clear on
Your tongue.
I miss you when
Its cold and I cling.
Stopped wearing hoodies.
Just let it be.
And I don’t make my bed everyday but when I look over I see efficiency just to roll in.
Maybe today is the day I don’t roll In.
Antique in thought or theorem.
I haven’t written those in forever.