i saw the water dripping from yr head.
it was a slow leak like the faucet where i washed my hands
of this entire situation
left yr tired body shaking against floorboards in the kitchen.
but there's still sand in yr otherwise empty pockets
when u haven't been to the beach in months.
i saw glimpses of a lantern hanging just inside yr chest
but i couldn't tell if it was lit
i've seen pictures of u as a kid
lit from within.
the light glowing right through yr paper skin.
but yr surfaces have thickened.
there's still sand in yr otherwise empty pockets.
remember when our heads were buried underneath?
i'm always staring when yr crying
cause when things get too tough i tend to quit.
it's just something i've learned to live with.
i'll tell u i tried but i didn't.
we left our heads on our pillow cases.
i traced the lines of yr face.
but i couldn't tell the difference between
dream maps and crows feet.