sitting
baggy shirt night shines
and the moon is sitting on my hair
and water is sitting on my red cheeks

I think about you once the plane crashes
every once in a while in my mind
a rare catastrophe

lives have been lost
and I'm sitting here mourning
all the lives that were between us
all the lives we have lived together

but we lived so little
no no
we didnt last long
we didnt last long at all

I look at my hands
the blood in them runs cold while I sit here
my eyes feel cold the veins in them - streaks of ice

emptiness blossoms like cherry trees in japan
coming out of every pour
oh I am a flourshing woman
flushed in distressing thoughts of a woman
who once held me in her arms
like I was glass
touched me like I was silk
and looked at me as if I was made of stone

understanding why my moral reasoning beckons
to life the way it does

why cant I inhale you right now
I must come to you
to show you how I feel
so that you can wrap your fingers around me
like I am porcelain
I already feel my blood getting warmer

I shiver
and cry
while the moon weeps along my side
tonight I mourn the lives lost between us
I mourn the children in between
the new borns between us who we never saw grow up
and the so many lives we could have lived
in my bones dear I am aching
simply thinking about all the lives we could have been living