Once,
I heard you sing...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

I thought I knew
my place in the world...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...

Weak.
I know I am...

I want to remember the snow I saw with you
to cover the ashes beneath...

I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...

when i was small
i'd stand on walls...