I fell in love with a music box
You were a music box
With your lid shut so tight
Just waiting to see who
Was lovely enough to
Want to hear something
Beautiful
Just waiting to see who
Cared enough to
Open you up

I fear
You'll wake up one night
missing me
And it will be far too late.

I think
She's caught
Between who
She is
And who she
Wants to be

I've been told
That people in the army
Do more by 7:00am
Than I do
In an entire day
But if I wake at 6:59am
And turn to you
To trace the outline of your lips
With mine
I will have done enough
And killed no one
In the process

Tonight I realized that
You weren't the one who
Wrecked me,
Ruined me,
Or destroyed me,
It was me
Because only I
Have the power to do that
To myself
                        I destroyed myself
                         By loving you.

It's 4 am
Your perfume is on
Everything, on me.
On all the world - you
Are all around, you
Are all of my tattered
Senses and no poetry
No song, no writing,
Nothing in the world,
Will make this better

It clears. And the sun
Throws light on the dust
On the windows, the

Constancy of that
Mist. To see "if the
Weather is with us"

And it is
It is amazing
How much a
Window lets in

Or out. Part of a
Cross from a tower
On a puddle on

A connecting walk,
White water pipes that
Sidle up the sides of

White buildings to tie
Tin cornices to
Ground, other windows

Polished by indrections
Of reflections, Quiet. The sky.