I roll under these lines

And in a different place

there are stories hanging on 'em

laundry, music, street lights

Or not a single message in years

Look at them lines

perches of life

things I crop out of photos

Dove out of a dream

for a gulp of needed air

Can't find my way back in

Those lips on hold forever

It was a messy

bloody, wet

precedent to things

that should never

be

said to me

Back to happiness

 Showered with gifts

company & music

How will I go now

just holding a memory

in my hands

The moment I heal

he'll disappear forever

I see I'm not there yet