January

Boats at our window

parked on our street

We live in water

caught in a stream

Cover my ears

 

I've seen the future

it's all the same

Time is the devil's twisted game

Cover my ears

 

Grief to grow old with

Grief as an end

Grief as a neighbor

Grief as a friend

 

Scars on the curtains

needles to thread

Grief in the way

we make our bed

Grief as a daughter

Grief over words

Cover my ears

I am not here