i look at you and realize i may never sleep again.
tell my mother that i loved her,
and not to cry over spilled milk. tell her that i was
born again. i left the world with glass in my feet
and they'll pay my ferry to the other side.
blue eyes guide me home, no,
they keep me captive.
i loved you before i was old enough to remember how to breathe,
four lungs and sixty four teeth,
we were the same but now we're not.
the lord won't forget about you. she watches you hanging laundry,
pieces of your silver hair littering the grass.