| A KEY | IN THE WOUND |
| A STAR | IN THE MIND |
| A WINDOW | IN THE GRAVE |
| A THORN | in the side |
| INDECISIVELY; |
| a | ||
| perfectly | ordinary | |
| somebody | died | and left the phone |
| hanging off the hoo | ||
| k. | ||
| inconsiderate. | ||
| i guess you didn't consider it | ||
| when you | . . . | |
| you know. | ||
| i don't remember how to swim. | ||
| AND THERE'S | A PLACE |
| FOR YOUR FACE | IN THE WALL |
| OF MY HEART | WHERE YOU |
| PUNCHED THE FAMILY PHOTOS | |
| AND TORE OUR LITTLE FACES APART | |
| and | |
| the broken glass fell down the stairs | |
| all across the kitchen floor | and |
| somebody cut the phone lines | and |
| took the handles off the doors. | and this isn' |
| t what my house looked like, this isn't where my | |
| bedroom was | and they were |
| cutting down the apple tree, it was two thousand | |
| and one. | |
| and |
| it's |
| a |
| LOCK | IN THE RIBS | |
| A CHAIN THAT | WEIGHS MY BODY DOWN | |
| this used to be so easy but it isn't like that now. | ||
| A KNIFE | IN THE TEETH | |
| A TOOTH | IN THE SINK | |
| A HOLE | IN THE OCEAN | |
| remember when the lifeguard had to come and pull me out. | ||
| as long as | there's nothing to be sorry for | |
| neither of | ||
| us is going | ||
| to forgive | ||
| the other, | i wish i'd really hurt you when i | |
| had the chance | ||
| (if i ever had the chance) | ||
| that one christmas eve i could | ||
| have torn you all to shreds. | ||
| i know you tried to really love me but you're | ||
| a ghost | on my back; | |
| she said that you'd be proud of me | ||
| i said i didn't ask. | ||
| AND THERE'S | A PLACE | |
| FOR YOUR NAME | ETCHED INTO THE | |
| GATE YOU MADE | BUT IT ISN'T ON | |
| MY BODY, YEARS AGO WE MOVED AWAY | ||
| and they shut down the school a couple years after i left, | ||
| i guess you didn't consider that | ||
| when you | . . . | |
| both of the people that they cared about | |
| there is nothing left of now. |
| a face | for the pictures |
| a name | for the text |
| a voice | for the answering machine |
| memories | for all the rest |
| the more i know about you, | |
| the harder you are to grieve. |