I carry an old photo of you
wherever it is I go
So that even a walk through hell
can be mended by an angel's smile
It might be in my hat
or in a back pocket by itself
like you're walking next to me
and I feel you bleed out the borders
And you seep down my back
my chest, my legs, my feet
Right into my shoes
Every step becoming much heavier
I will carry you with me
until they find me cadaverlike
clutching onto the very thing
which gave me so much life
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:49 PM UTC
I carry an old photo of you
wherever it is I go
So that even a walk through hell
can be mended by an angel's smile
It might be in my hat
or in a back pocket by itself
like you're walking next to me
and I feel you bleed out the borders
And you seep down my back
my chest, my legs, my feet
Right into my shoes
Every step becoming much heavier
I will carry you with me
until they find me cadaverlike
clutching onto the very thing
which gave me so much life
