The first time I saw you
Your hands were covering your eyes
Your sunglasses weren't
Enough

Your lattice veined hands pluck
Away at chords you've
Long forgotten.
Did you sleep last night?

Have your dreams
Broken in
To your
Days?

Your tears run like
Seattle gutter water
Clearing clean paths down your
Face

It still hurts
There's still garbage in the drains
But you're this much
Cleaner