Out of the shop
Varnished and locked
Sent to the residencies
Without even a knock,

But left behind
For few eyes to see
The tools that scraped grooves
And all the worn down machines

That left the saw created dust behind
And brushes crusted with all of your grime
I saw it too,
And you were there

I put on a play
And walked to a windows place
Pictures of a long lost time
With me inside

All here still,
But also gone tomorrow
Dealt with with tears
Of some lost who were held dear

Not long after broken
It forever disappears
And all we ever wanted was so near,
But we were too opposed by fear

*The pictures no longer so clear...