Until Then

Where did it all go?

Until Then,

Please send me a secret postcard from nowhere.

But for now, the only thing that belongs to us

Are our memories of what led us here?

In this place, we call exiles.

Here we are, we’ll never die! Or are we already dead?

Just wake the hell up? Okay, and reach out to me.

There’s no reason for hiding under the plastic blame.

What’s the point? We've got it all behind us.

Those shameless years, they're now at a loss.

If I choose to tell the difference?

You wouldn’t care, anyway.

Let’s see, of course, what will happen now.

Just one second longer. I’m speaking of those  early

In between places, the fucked, with only two

and a half minutes in hope and one past desire.

Until then, the promises of finding things to do in 

different ways.

What comes to mind is how to color a thousand mistakes

once and for all. 

When we grow old and tired, we can look back and 

Welcome time as a reward for what remains.

Just how far we have come. I’m still here.

Just in my head. Between these paper sheets.

Until then? Sigh.

Author's Note

You'll find me where you left me.