The leaky feeling of having lost you
Anytime I stand up to say a word
they flee back to my heart
sealing the truth
Congestion of woes
interferes with moments of life
how would things flow otherwise I think
it seems like there is no flap backwards
murmuring rhythms of the two of us
impair all forward flows
I watch us dance behind improperly closed doors
All is nothing but the seeping of your glittering heart.