Seems like the end but it never started
More reason to be so down hearted
If only there was reason
Maybe then I’d be more strong.
Still I didn’t text you, call, or write you a song.  
Doesn’t mean I didn’t think of you
Or find meaning in the smallest thing

Contagion you have made some ill, some die
Some weak, some weaker still but I
Have found in you an unexpected Alibi.
Confined I find like mind apt to remind
Of a former time. Yet, your spiky crown
First afflicting then affecting did come down.