I’ll remember you best
As the key to my chest,
As the crumbling fiction
Of art.

And I’ve given up on the test,
In need of a rest,
As my eyes line in poverty
Of sleep.

It’s hard just to be;
To feign that I’m happy,
With all I desire
Out of reach.

I’ll remember the bee
And nature’s symmetry,
As my two halves of a person
Collide.