Leave scars for the scarred and the duels of the die hard brigade.

When I reach out to touch you and you know that no one can reach you and you teach me the error of my ways,

and nothing stays
only a memory
that reminds me of loss.

There are fragments of me
woven into this tapestry
and unpicking them would be
a blasphemy,

when I'm history
you can read about me
free at the
public library.