Bob

My face, it is not my own
I leave the past buried ‘cause it’s all just mirrors and smoke
Your lips are too frail for these words
My limbs are too frail for this earth
I can’t wait until I feel home again
I can’t wait until I feel whole again
We were lovers, and here we lie
We ate each other and then we died
We were nothing
And I am no one
Memories are reality
Until they’re gone