You've gone away
swollen leather bag dragging on sand
stretchered stitches, padded heat
a weekend drunk tearing the incomplete
the fear that falls glide through my hands
paper instructions with my future plans
a Tuesday writing, a playful reigniting
to the swollen bag of memories
An awful spell for metamorphosis
releasing the tie, fearing the tide
no longer need proof, nobody needs to know
the history of a boy sent into the darkness below
now a man created through tiresome history
on to a new journey, inventory, the mystery
mechanically or chemically
Never to return, afraid no more
I'm going to remember the past and relive the day
I've gone away.