~ Lyra's Webbed Site ~

Do you remember like I do?

        The color of the couch
        Its fabric and give
        As we'd sit and lie and laugh
        
        The way we'd sit and lie and laugh
        
        The days we sifted through our words
        And sorted them by shape
        Until I couldn't see anything else
        
        The way I can't see anything else
        
        The night you hid from empty space
        As I tried to bring you back
        When I first cried for you
        
        The way I cry for you
        
        The call you took in the living room
        With your sister, you confessed
        and now I know too much
        
        The way I know too much
        

MANTRA

        I don't get to decide where
        the trees will grow
        just which one
        I'm sitting under
        

Aching

        From the shapeless days
        smudging together
        the weeks
        for months
        wishing
        you could kiss me
        like I was a real person
        

Muscle Memory

        I'd like to be happy for you
        I really would
        I'm just still used to being happy
        for us.
        

The Same Questions

        Is it time?
        Is it me?
        that erodes what I worked to know
        
        When will I be needed
        in a way that doesn't fade
        once I'm had?
        
        How many more times
        will my hand grip the air
        you used to keep warm?