He didn’t care what he fought for,
long as it was hard won,
or who he loved if he could
sleep to their breathing.
His life a hesitation
between fixed stars,
he’d begun over everywhere
by always leaving.
Through reverb and delay
catching much of the day
overlain with memories
in rolling waves,
he fronted the costs
before he could afford them,
discerned the faintest
footsteps
and made his way towards them.
Nervous Laughter 