Nine Summers

After The Burial

Misery- I wanted to forget you

But five years later I have grown

I have regret

You were better deserved. But we all learn

Hands to broken mirrors. We shattered our design

You were always so easy for me. To leave in ruins

Those nine summers we burned together

Were disparate and beautiful

Strange our thoughts can take us

And I can still feel the warmth

Coursing through lungs. Escaping in my thoughts

Our hands. To broken mirrors. We shattered

I hope that this letter finds you in drift

Provokes shared memories and you accept my apology

I was young and constantly desolate

A spinning picture of grey skies

I'm holding nothing back

My thoughts provoked this heart attack

And tonight I go on display to the world

But we silently know, this is between you and I

I hope this letter finds you in drift

I hope this finds you in drift