See you again.

When I cataloged the evening I impressed the natures tone

like seeing cold dark angles from every light you stole

Was the witchcraft worth it when you wiggled off the hook?

You were fishing off a crescent moon from the dreams you took.

Its Christmas and you have me circled it was better off that way.

We always talked about the way we talk too much too late.

Christ chimed at night in red then black then back again.

The way we understand ourselves I'll never understand.

I wonder if I'll see you again.

Everyone around me had a look of passive place

we didn't know eachothers names but were waiting for related things.

I started to wonder if I had been here once before,

though I knew the difference was how differently you swore

that you're never going to see them again.