Eight years
is two high schools
Of separation
is two freshmen years
is two sociological virginities
is two suicidal depressive episodes
is two sullen wanderings
lost to the sands of time.
Eight years is time
Between when I loved my brother's sister
When I loved a stranger's parasite
When I loved a my Bible and my God
and all descended into dust
and poetry
Eight years
is less than a decade
It is more time than our atoms;
It is between social construction
And physical reabstraction
Eight years
And I am before her fiance
Who I immediately love and admire
Eight years
And I am cringe with her lover
Who beats against the angst
In
Eight years
where will my soul be?
As far as Boston
is
As DC is from Jax
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