I have no friends left from childhood…

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

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I have no friends left from childhood

Nothing has separated us but time

I have great memories

Everything is loud, vivid crystallised in blood

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But something has kept us a part

in out minds and in our hearts

Work keeps everything ticking

but has lost something, house keeping

and phone calls can’t replace

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We are different now

maybe we were before

Sitting next to each other

in maths, english

exchanging jokes in earths corridor

orbiting vast universes

struggling to let them know