My first strength,

My first strength,

I have tarnished

silver left between us,

I have stained this city with memory

as red wine drifting languidly

down a banquet table,

Those doubts imprinted

and in the valleys I found distance.

All this time, (I thought growing up),
growing upwards

was a world retreating.

I am still a hermit crab,

shuffling home,

Looking for you in lifeless shells.