Tender tease the knots from my hair
Your last act of care
I still feel you there
Still
Standing still
Standing there
Soft stare reads my room like Baudelaire
Grief hangs in the air thick
Tear a piece off to take with
The last thing we'll share
I'm too strong to pretend I don't care
It was so good for so long it doesn't feel fair
I guess life's not fair
We're Laying on my bed unmaking plans we had
One last 'I'll miss you more' dance
Still nervous to hold your hand
In case I crumble like sand
Funny how the start mirrors the end
And the art breaks then mends
Maybe we coulda been best friends
Maybe we coulda been something else
Anything else but over
You pull me close I pull you closer
Try to draw one last breath out of our last few moments
Autopsy by anecdote
Dissected memories and inside jokes
We got cut open
By the blunt point of their tongues poking
Laid bare, flush, rare
Rib meat decomposing
Me still, hoping it's fine
Too focused on the verse to see the end of the line
I still love the way we rhymed
Sometimes for ill reasons
I still feel your hands teasing at
The knots in my head
Plucking at loose threads
Untangling doubt from dread
Hope from everything dead
The joy when all's done and said
I haven't been the same since we met
I'll never been the same again
Didn't fix each other but we're on the mend
Your eyes red, my voice cracking
I tell jokes so you're laughing instead
I'll stay for a while in the place where you led me
But I won't stay
Still
