How many licks it takes
How many looks it takes
Why the moon turns yellow in autumn
Or why autumn feels so melancholy
How death comes in without knocking
How death leaves without crying
Why the sound of her voice
Is never the same to me,
Sometimes I could swear it was
Just a ghost, just the sound of my
Childhood
How many years before the smell of
Your first classroom goes away
How many friends will die before me
How many will have children that look
Just like them
Why evergreens smell like perfect love
And why I know what perfect love smells like
Why cement hurts so much
And why it is always what I fall onto
Why the scars on my sides don’t fade
Won’t fade
And they serve as reminders of my mistakes
Why we have to be reminded
How the smell of rain brings along
Unwanted visitors
Right into my mind, right into my words
Soaks right through my clothes
Why music drifts in and out of sleep
In my bed
Of all the beds, why mine
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