I'll get under your skin.
I watch you whilst you're writing,
I wonder what you're doing
as I scratch these words to life.
I've no misery to decant,
Just mysteries to imagine,
I've every regret remembered,
Every wound I've been the cause of.
I imagine you are simply spoken
in brilliantly beautiful words.
I imagine you are eternal,
Although perhaps you're never heard.
Dream sweet noise in raindrops,
Remember our passing another way,
I've planted crumbs along this pavement
and swept the leaves away.