Fitting Together

another stream of nonsense

And all of the ashes
have seaped through our fingers
We play forgotten
and ruin fair thinkers
and dream
Dream of tomorrow's farewell

Lovely 8 bit portraits
a stick shift of trinkets
Seeing in two pieces
makes me believe in
the found
in places we've not yet discovered

Opened, brand new
and see that our places
lost yet torn
found a survivor
and drowned
deep in the hope of no sorrow