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
growing upwards
was a world retreating.
I am still a hermit crab,
shuffling home,
Looking for you in lifeless shells.
