FOND BUT NOT IN LOVE

FOND BUT NOT IN LOVE IS A LABEL AND MANAGEMENT SERVICE. ECHOES RETURN TO SENDER.

THE DARK FORGOT IT HAD TO WAKE, AND EVERYTHING SMILED LIKE A CAT THAT FORGOT IT HAD TO EAT. WE DRIFTED, DIDN’T WE? IN AMARSH OR MADDOW MAYBE, PAST ALL THE SHOULD-HAVE-BEENS, WITH THAT CERTAIN HOPE IN YOUR EYES THAT MAKES YOU THINK THERE STILL IS SOMETHING THAT IS WORTH KEEPING, BUT NEVER THE LESS, PLINK GOES THE JELLYBEAN, SIDEWAYS AND SLOW, FAMILIAR LIKE A MISPLACED UMBRELLA, NEVER MINE, ALWAYS NEAR. YES, NO, ALMOST THERE.

CUPBOARD OF WHAT-IFS, MISS ME WITH A MAYBE, I AM A BLUR, SPOON-FED IN RECURRING ECHOES, DUST FOLDED UP INTO FORGET-ME-NOTS. LAUGHTER BUT IT STUCK IN OUR SHOES. WE ALMOST WERE SOMETHING, WEREN’T WE? JIGSAW, JIGSAW, FEELINGS WITH THE CORNERS RUBBED OFF. JIGSAW, JIGSAW, WE FIT WHERE IT CRACKED. FOG THE MIRROR, KNOCK AT MY DOOR. YOU HELD ME LIKE A HABIT — AND STILL THE CAT WAITED, EXPECTING SOMETHING. FOND BUT NOT IN LOVE. FOND BUT NOT IN LOVE.