three brown chairs and a yellow bookcase   the fridge-light shines off the mantle-piece   carpet squares under our feet    keep us related while we sleep   old silhouettes slaughtered encased in glass   brief looks hold hands in a hallway dance   notes ring out from a ghost ship band   these nights take so much longer to understand      since you thought you had this beat   since you carved off all the meat   have I been the silhouette you look for   in your street      and you   you're still smiling   cause I haven't told you yet   you're brandishing those eyes   and I can taste my breath   wondering how   the hell I'm going to say this   and I can't believe I hear      please cut out these foreign words   patch them up and make things work   surely we aren't victims now of taxiderme work   cause this was not laid out in plans   this is not all we had   have I been the silhouette you looked for   in your head      and my favourite everything of you   are the things that seem least like you do      and you   you're still smiling   cause I haven't told you yet   you're brandishing those eyes   and I can taste my breath   wondering how   the hell I'm going to say this   and I can't believe I hear      I'm going to miss you   my best friend   and I wish you were here