It's just you
Alone in a room built
For the trinity of two
Remnants of fingertiped guilt

Went up hills
To liquid stain tooth
To remember the feel
And a loss of worshipping youth

Now you go quickly instead,
Grind your yellow, aged teeth
Pain slow like sudafed
Sacred ground under tired feet
And in your head,
You'd remember how he'd breath;
Rising up from the dead