Wet Cement

we met one day in wet cement where we glued our eyes shut and pressed with our fists and while the trees are shrinking now they forgot their roots and sloped in the ground and while I'm picking out my favorite names where our future is concerned in the steady blur of the days what brought us here, why we try to say we face back all the way now the cement's hardened in my chest a world of wax scraped in through text and someone was calling just before I woke up my broken record spits good and bad luck and with my broken, pale black eyes I still see white when the snow falls lightly in the steady blur of the days what brought us here, why we try to say but we face back all the way