i am best in a vacuum
i don't need to share to know a beauty when i see it
i heard songs today that i loved a long time ago
i loved you a long time ago

they reminded me of all the lives I have lived alone
right "here", sometimes even next to you, hearing the same music
hearing the same damned music

i will flourish, assuredly, when i am afterthought in the change of leaves and all my elegance can be squandered subtly
when a free line of thread that never ends finally gets free