AJ

chasing the high

I’m thinking of saying goodbye

 

My high

Was their low

Grey, dull, quiet

Full of life

Muffled heartbeats

Voices

Vying

In a time and place

They’ll never vie in

Again

Peace

My high was the low

Murmur through the walls

Hymns

Temperatures

My high was loving

The veiled enemy

And saying goodbye

Is my biggest weakness

Because I never lived for honour

But for the low

Little pieces of love

I find anywhere I can

Grasped

Gently

Made my own

Low tune

Glimpses of my high truth

I’ve still never said goodbye

Because that was as high

As life will ever be for me

A tragic peace

Strange happy

don’t you see



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