I will never
my eyes stretch out to yours
yours, all of yours with all of mine
an inscription on my gravestone
that wanted you to be there
and you weren’t
no one was

and well
I realized I wasn’t in your eyes
but you were under the film of mine.
it’s the little things
that you see in the corner, you see
in the corner
and I wanted them out

so I shut you out
but hey, I shut
them
out too.

b.m.c.