memories from a porch

When I started to die at my mom and dads house
I saw the sun in the night
And their son in their home.
I was finally fine
Now you know.

I thought of fish tales
Of men setting hooks,
Reeling on rope scathing on wood.
I saw the pulp in their teeth,
The tears in their masts,
the salt in their lungs; I exhaled again
And I wondered if you breathed with the wind.

You had your starry black curtain
Tied round your finger
So you could remember
Every living thing in your life.

I widdle down sticks
Into characters complete
Until I see all the things I don't see
For our futures
Incomplete.

I'm left with death
And the shape of your face
Anf I swear ill try it again.

A Void to me,
To you,
Is everything you once knew.
Memory to me
Currently,
As I am to you.
Exchanging spaces
Reading faces
In album's inside the two
Of us.

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Simply superb. Excellent read and I like the fact that you capitalize each line. whether intentional or not.