Like everything nauseous to the touch
I opened streets to my neat heart
Streets filled with lullabies and blooming ferns
But you removed yourself from my cheap canvass

I can speak of sorrow
So deep and cold and eternal
This heart, this ashen heart
Doesn't know how to let go

I remain drenched in my longing
Ready to spring at your slighest sunlight
O, forgive me if I crawl
For my knees have gone weak from stillness