Nothing’s fitting
Not the double barrel shotgun you placed against my heart
Not your blindfold upon me anymore
Nor your murderous silence
I’ve outgrown your cowardice
The singe of alone you always left me is fading away
But the boy you killed, I’ll live with daily
Stolen from me, the memory gorgeous
The boy upon the hill calling me
Kissing me
After some schoolbell tolled
All these decades, still
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!