The battle of tongues,
amongst thorns and roses,
a velvet suprise of warmth and juvenlie
throats closed up,
I let the tear run back up,
reverse the time we had,
a cassette pulling back the reel,
click click stop,
as if you were never here,
juvenile behaviour,
scoff at the burning.
mock my eyes for the water that boils,
fix the leak in socket,
you told me not to cry when you die,
I promised I wouldn’t,
but now I fight with my hands to call you,
I pick up the phone to dial in numbers that do not existanymore,
I need to wear thimbles to cover thumbs that type,
they are bruised,
let me pray with you at least