I'm someone that shell never see
I'm in a place she'll never be.
Tonight she sleeps in one of these
silent houses
And I type and  re type because I continually doubt it.
It starts with me it ends with her
That's how I choose to live my world.

used to think
I was a dandelion,
as you were,

my end
tied to where you
begin,

rubbing
yellow into
skin.