Long Division

his head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remain of old friends and lovers; their features bleeding together in his brain, oh ho ho. once it started it was harder to tell him apart, oh ho ho. He was always distracted by the very mention of an open door, oh ho ho. cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before. to be a remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be a remain-remain-remain-remainder. the television was snowing softly as she hunted for her keys. she said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit, oh ho ho. oh ho ho and they carried on like long division, it was clear with every page, oh that they were further away from the solution that would play. without a remain-remain-remain-remainder without a remain-remain-remain-remainder without a remain-remain-remain-remainder without a remain-remain-remain-remainder. he had sworn not to be what he'd been before. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder. to be the remain-remain-remain-remainder.