at forty nine
I am an old man
with an old face
few defects
that doesn’t remember when it was first born to this sickening lonely place of annoying
simple human labors
tired with ages my soul
breaths life into a new body
awaits first date
first sex
next death
and across the street from no one who cares to remember real or fake
first or last name of mine

it would feel like being still born from the beginning
if not for that silver lining
you are
when you come
that’s all the pride I need now

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