drkobra

The Second Law of Thermodynamics

Spoiled myself on season finales, I remain
viscous and go home for a few days to say goodbye
again. Its wrong to call you from the coast;
you won't follow: we lose touch.
Sharing letters, postcards, and finally
myspace comments, I forget you occupied my space.
The image I have of you smoking outside Kinko's
is streaked with toner and too dark.