It was harder than we thought
So now they call and text me at home
Left it in a park, left it in a lot
Walked around a while
The two of us talked
The burial ground of our winter spark
One which gleamed for near two years and a day

Today, we only feel the gap
Abstract and ethereal
The songs were written for you
So it became a fact,
Dark places, common spaces
The one buried in my head