18: January 2018 #02 - Montreal

Authored by Taylor Rynski


by Taylor Rynski

when i left
with loss of breath
i thought of today
a day in the future
at the time, a fantasy
where i scrub my hands clean
and return to a city
that forgot we were here
and sit in a building
that doesn't know you
and doesn't care
what we built
or burned
it's suddenly miles away
light years maybe
only getting further
and in ruelles i dream
of roaming into a life
where nothing resembles you
awaiting the hands of time
to sketch it out.