I am small and nonchalant
I wonder why I am who I am...

Paralysis upon my senses
Not what you did, but didn't say...

No one knows I know your home
Each room and the habits alike...

Pushed offshore I tottle
My tugboat misted away...

I wear the red letter
Fastened upon my chest...

I wouldn't give him the last piece of pie.
Him, with his dark, dark hair, and skin placid...

I opened my eyes so carelessly.
Unprepared, unsuspecting of what I found...

You spun and walked away from me,
With curls that rock to and fro...

One
Salt crystal seers...

Frail arms outstretched to
You and only you...

Lay me down dead,
On this cold easter's eve...

I
remember...