You went back to what you knew
Amy Winehouse
So far removed
From all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I’ll go back to black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us
I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I’m a tiny penny
Rolling up the walls inside
Two people in one relationship
Everything is shared except everything each person feels.
Look at each other from their posts, with confusion.
Intersection with two yellow lights.
Looking for Layla: an autobiographical account by Elle B. Hunter, dedicated to Jeff Littner and his “cheerleaders with black and gold hearts”. 