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Memory/Loss

 

We couldn't remember how we met

It doesn’t matter at all

I can still see his face at 32

After that, his face was gone.

 

It doesn’t matter at all

His curls bounced and he bounced

After that, his face was gone

He let me stretch them, pull, release.

 

His curls bounced and he bounced

They found him in the bathtub

He let me stretch them, pull, release

He bathed each day, as if dreaming.

 

They found him in the bathtub

It wasn’t his wrists, it was his T-cells

He bathed each day, as if dreaming  

After that, his face was gone.

 

It wasn’t his wrists, it was his T-cells

I loved him, he was 32

After that, his face was gone

His T-cells fled his body.

 

His T-cells fled his body

As if to soothe

I loved him, he was 32

They said So full of life! So much energy!

 

As if to soothe

He knew it was coming for him

They said So full of life! So much energy!

He lived alone. He was found in the bathtub.

 

He knew it was coming for him

He slept, his head in my lap.

He lived alone. He was found in the bathtub.

He bathed each day, as if drowning.

 

He slept, his head in my lap

It was winter, every T-cell gone

He bathed each day, as if drowning

As if to soothe.

 

It wasn’t his wrists, it was his T-cells

He let me stretch them, pull, release

So full of joy, so much to cherish

I loved him. He was 32.