A girl, a girl
A woman, a child
Confusion growing
In this forming mind.
I keep killing myself day after day
Because I love you and beg you to stay.
Your spirit wrapped around me sweet and slow
This is the reason I can’t let you go.
Hope I hold
In my head, Heavy
The brilliance of a vision
You and me.
If this is a dream, wake me, pinch me.
For if the bomb drops tomorrow
My soul would still be sifting
Through your scattered ash.
<©>2002 chantal forrest
