Sometimes I have three eyes
An extra pair of ears
A skin as thin as rice paper in water.
This is not to say I don't have days where
If you tried you'd scrape half an eyeball
A thick roll of skin
Perhaps a heart shaped wound,
Sealed with scar tissue
A void with no doors.
Today I am marshmallow-burnt
I remember you and I almost forgot
How far you have drifted away.
It's incredible, really,
How the ants pay respect to their dead,
How I wore my shirt inside out that day,
How you appear in my dreams,
Still.
My keyboard is ready but I keep my heart safe
I cannot write to you
My days with you remind me of my childish bubble.
Doesn't it kill?
To remember an old friend when the time has shifted
The clock hands fractured into a future
I couldn't foresee.