And We Use The Night's Light
To See All That Lives Under Our Skin
And Hear The Names And Words
We Both Tried To Keep In
And While Your Room Distracted
You Found One Under His Rib
And Another Who Has His Name
Tattoo'd Above Her Hip
And We Both Know These Names
Are Things Better Left Dead
And Silently You Can Agree
With The Words He Never Said
And It's Then He Takes His Turn
But Won't Know Who The Past Are
And The Boy Who Broke It First
Or The Man Who Left The Scar
And Pretend Until We Forget
Those Sounds We Wish We Didn't
And The Pillows Talk So Silence Fills
What The Names Left Absent
And It Is All That We Can Do
To Find Space On The Other
And Etch Our Name Until One Day
It Will Be Found By Another
And Wonder What It Is That's Homely
About A Funeral Home
CK
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