When I am empty
I open my chest
of memory
Pull you out
and dust you off
handling you carefully
tasting you
once more
slowly eroding the filament of you
a love letter disintegrating with time
When I am empty
I open my chest
of memory
Pull you out
and dust you off
handling you carefully
tasting you
once more
slowly eroding the filament of you
a love letter disintegrating with time