Here I lie
A day dream vagabond
and made from dust
the smell of burned roses
you could never understand
my hidden language
the composition of silence

as dust, I am forever blown away
never to be understood in time
between honor and integrity
what do you have to barter?

I was once  every Sunday
I was once every black and white
Photo you have meaningfully forgotten
I was once the fondness of a beautiful song
I was something you could never contain
here, falling all around you as it would rain
the smell before rain
heart and soul
to never comprehend me