I Was Here

Your face is blurred

though you feel the same

as I drown a shoulder

and ruin the frame

Fill the final page

with gentle prose

that i'll scan too keenly

and miss where you say you're ready to go

But who am I to keep you wise

I'll confuse the days

so wear this again

dressed for love and adornment

anger and shame

These fresh fingernails

are filling up with skin

as my frantic carvings

spell everything that will be and has been

But who am I to keep you wise

when I am just a baby

and who am I to bring you back to life

Tell everyone that I was here

I think it could just save me

from a never-ending unknown afterlife

Running down the stairs

It's the boy I've seen

so devoid of colour

and frozen somewhere joyous in-between

But who am I to keep you wise

when I am just a baby

and who am I to bring you back to life

Tell everyone that I was here

I think it could just save me

from a never-ending unknown afterlife