7 years
In 7 years you won't have touched me
That's what science says
Your hands won't have touched my skin
That's what science says
I haven't decided if I believe science
You exist
Your shadow lingers
Always you'll be a shape
A shape with its own corner of my mind
My body is not the same now
Thank time and ink and scissors
My mind is not the same
Thank time and books
My soul is not the same
Thank time
The old is dead now
In its own way
I am myself
Not the same
Not entirely new
Continued
I didn't make the plans
The grave dug itself
As it does
In time
I'm sure you're different too
I'm sure you're not frozen in time
Destined to be the poster child of every smile too eager
Every eye too bright
But why would you be
We're all our own heroes
You didn't make the plans
Time digs on
For every girl, every boy
Every they not themself
For every eye that flickers in the night
Across a crowded, empty room
With the draw of April showers
For every hand that reaches in the dirt
Scratching for the root
Of one or another wallflower
I can only hope the grave swallowed the worst parts of you
