the past didn’t 

the birds fly around the crash site, not over it – the wreckage is bent and  crippled at angles

the birds fly across all points of the compass spinning away from true north we are lost amongst family and friends acquaintances & secretaries at desks on the 35th floor 

(- not a single kiss placed on perfect lips – )

when they released the files your name was expunged,blacked out, the past never happened like we remembered 

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