You Laughed Your Head Back

In memory that wouldn’t get upgrades You stay, and you’ll remain there till I go One day wasn’t circled on your calendar of dates Now empty is the room we used to know The August Macke painting on the wall Your table, stuffed with papers, vapes, remotes And signs you left of missed video calls Remain in memory, that in its turn, erodes The visual memory of you keeps our time When we were close, as close as we could be You laughed your head back – when this image will decline You’ll take me where you are now, I believe.