the blinds are down, it's one or two
the afternoon will beat on through
the lazy boy, the living room
sunlit cinders hanging 'round a tomb
then I felt myself collapse
I became only dust
I was carried, I was laid out
I was buried in the fade out
disconnected, off the loop
crumpled on the front porch stoop
you came outside to find me there
a cup of tea, a breath of air
you ran your fingers through my hair
there is no reason why to care
we were just crushed beneath the open blue
I'm so alone
I'm here with you
then I felt myself collapse
I became only dust
I was carried, I was laid out
I was buried in the fade out
***
swimming up the sheets
up through quicksand
howl of the harsh wind
tossed you around
wrestling the pillow
sound of some beast
scratching at the window
calling us to look out
skeleton branches
silhouetted
catch the setting sun
hours later
catch the setting sun
oh, where did the time go?
our promised time go...
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