Still Marcello.

Finally dozing off, half-heartedly.

I can still see you still,
underneath your bewilderment,
pages ripped off their meaning
lying between us,
lying to us.

The stray cat
inside of your mouth
keeps on crying and
meowing up at my heart.

I am still myself
for you
and I don’t know how long
this will last.

You’re the one
not even time can tame.