i wrote a different map
killed stars from
a far off place
line breaks in places left space
pretend functions aren't places or holders for long faces

create words on a page
in front of one another
public squares
feel free to act on words
level with me

i hate the thought i left
missing i bet off bothering
me and i and the rest of you
wondering should we
take a step

represent the full price
i left nothing back
pretend our words
gave you hope but
decided the layered cake

never mind the empty gaps
you're never to young to grasp
present a full thought not quite
left in a changing room
story of a doomed life.