I

 

could

 

call

 

you

 

Clementine,

 

I

 

recognized

 

your

 

eyes,

 

Someone

 

I

 

could

 

never

 

erase,

 

Familiar

 

like

 

a

 

past

 

life.

 

We'll

 

pick

 

apart

 

these

 

wounds,

 

Ones

 

that

 

never

 

truly

 

healed,

 

Stitches

 

on

 

stitches,

 

I'll

 

sew

 

these

 

limbs

 

back

 

onto

 

you.

 

Now

 

you've

 

thinned

 

the

 

veil,

 

Moved

 

Earth

 

and

 

heaven

 

close

 

enough,

 

So

 

close

 

the

 

light

 

is

 

blinding,

 

A

 

million

 

volts

 

crackling,

 

I

 

see

 

that

 

too

 

bright

 

future

 

still

 

ahead,

 

Hanging

 

up

 

there

 

just

 

out

 

of

 

reach,

 

A

 

too-ripe

 

fruit

 

rotting

 

on

 

the

 

tree.

 

Just

 

keep

 

whispering,

 

All

 

together

 

a

 

scream,

 

A

 

thousand

 

silent

 

swings,

 

Still

 

fells

 

the

 

sturdiest

 

tree.

 

I'm

 

ready

 

to

 

write

 

my

 

own

 

history,

 

The

 

perfect

 

place

 

to

 

break

 

apart

 

the

 

world,

 

Strike

 

the

 

heart,

 

Rotten

 

as

 

it

 

may

 

be.