By J.S.
Date: 8 January 1999

chalk on his blackboard

i will regret this when you're gone
tell me how to breathe in a vacuum
before you leave me
then maybe i could learn to live
without you
i will wear my heart on my sleeve
if you won't have it
my blood will sour into wine
though i will never
ever
erase you from my memory

(i will always be searching for you)