It matters where you are
In comfort and illusion
A tendency to slip away
Rain falls in a world where you still are ok
I tripped up six steps to stop the night from swallowing you whole
As petals graced three singing ships and blessed the cargo they stole
A pocket watch on a silver chain
A single bullet to kiss your name
In slavery she scrawled his visage
As cold clouds of perfume
Across the dead side of the moon
In cursive grip, unreadable script
You look like no one else
But still so much like her.
