Remembrance What did you feel zooming into my dress from so far away, was it something you missed or was it just a fabric, frayed? Tears roll down while making tea and don't stop till nine your face is the sculpture in my mind Did I use your heart like a basin, was I so wasted? You touched me and I turned to stone, a boulder on your shoulders, Did I dip my nails in your blood and call it my own hurt?
