How I love you
Windows open
Closing down
Every avenue
I was open
And receiving
These unpolished
Fragments you fashioned
From the ashes
Of parents' dreams
The world is never
What she means
Get upset now
Counting backwards
In your armor
Looking forwards
I was joking
Now I'm seething
In the warehouse
Where we're grieving
All these brittle
Tragedies
The world is never
What she means
If I'm honest
I believe
The world is never
What I need