Popcycle Stick Engravings

i remember when this started
it was cold outside then
i was alone confiding in the time i lived
the cell inside life
when i met you we started sewing with Clothos and measured with Lachesis
Atropos would paint future ghosts
these were dreams, we believed this
a bonding beyond original
taken from a perspective too close to the sun

"where did Alice go, why am i gardening alone, all the flowers you cached constantly reminding me of you.
was it something that i ate, you know the time it takes to digest your aptitude when you're not in the mood"

i remember when this was important
on two way streets for bi-peds with strong knees
i was alone on my feet in direction to your playfulness
i could of thought this would mean something more to me
when we met we clicked and sculpted a stone one day Sisyphus would hold against us
now i hold the weight up
taking very little shade away from the sun

"where did Alice go, playing back at home, the final years to live as someone that will never grow.
was it something you will regret, i'm sure you think your decisions was best, but you will not forget there was something here for you."

here, for you
her, for you
until there is time for changing this will not do