dead january

Why do the old bones

Always come back to hurt you?

Why can’t they stay in their

Own space?

Why do they want to mend

Things that they broke-

Their own bones...

I was there before and you left

Me to die. Alone with

One eye. But now seven

Winters have passed and

You come knocking

On my door

You are trying to plant seeds

In that dead Torr.

Well this Torr is dead too.

I can’t tell you the truth,

It’s hidden under lies and cobwebs-

Hidden under surface love and

Hopeless everything...

Alone with brittle mistakes

And love that didn’t lie

Where is our

Time going?

Moving forward-

Not back.