Madras

Tracing paper

Madras
Afraid of the skies at dawn
No longer what I want
Searched through our sheets to find,
Dreams that you left behind
My brittle knees won't hold,
The weight of those words you spoke
And now I feel much like you
How did you grow so old?

Holy water seeps from your eyes,
Keep it close to soul
Streams unkind
Holding on to what was innocent
Felt it pure and whole,
But now it's gone
It's gone.

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