I stare outward With formaldehyde kisses Caressing my arms. I look at the knotholes in the train tracks Because that is the last place I saw your hand Before it went under. I absolve myself with work, My hands too tired to hold you At the end of the night, My eyes blind to your suffering With every drop of *****. I will swear to the day I die That I am the ****** time has ****** Time and time again.