the tips of his fingers

tingle when the faucet is on

lights are on

not always home-

she would ring the doorbell twice

to unwanted results- singing from her room

he'll come crawling. Juiced on her sauce

living in the shoes she set out for him-

and he never questioned. the shoes and tie matched

shirt tucked in and trotted off

the binary code was traded for a paint brush

and music notes- shirt tucked in

 hair parted to the side.

the mirror didn't nod

he played the first show like it was 1999

mask to tight he couldn't say thank you to the one's he didn't know

and they were gone when the lights stepped off/

 hair pa...

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