The Echo or the Answer

Architect Hands

I think about you when I

Shudder

I'd rather sink into warm arms instead

But you were never one to hold

Hands

Bloody and battered

They still know they are

Architects

Meant to put together

Except when it came to

Us

I never meant to pass along

All of my second hand

Trama

You never meant to fill me

To the brim with your empty

Bottles

Spare change and scratched glasses

We gave too much and too

little

The size of my place in your sky

I wanted to be more than a

Star

I thought I could be the moon

But I became a flashing

Comet

We were like a fever dream

Sometimes I wonder if you were

Real

But there's a gap that's left behind

I can see it in my

Silhouette

My empty architect hands

A ruptured shadow through the

Night