We are dried like Petals
And these sacred idols
Were once able to bleed
But I believe
They can no longer
Be bothered to, you see
We are too scared to scratch
Each other’s wounds
In fear that these may bleed too
Absorbed in the road
We were fed up with the cold
So we sold the borders
That held us too close
Yet far enough apart for comfort
You started acting like a child
Wild in the saddle
I let you ride me
All the way back home