Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
You
are my...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
Everything you love, everything you hate,
Goes away, out the window...
Colours dazzle in
the daylight but light dazzles...
Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
like metaphors
undeciphered...
I'm quite afraid that I have failed
There's nothing in the drinking pail...
~
you unswivel through the past...