Besides a million footsteps
A hundred odd dates
And dozens of life changing moments,
I don't think I'll lose much
Our tickets still glossy
The paper still white
And the ink still wet
I'll spill some water
Or gravy or paint
To wash it all
Or spoil it ugly
Or maybe some lava
Should help it
Fossilise away
It should burn away
Like wildlife
There can't remain
Any ashes to scatter
There can't remain
Even half a memory
Or the weakest of smiles
Gifts of past smother me
A million needles
Slicing my remains
I choke from within
Trying to gulp rocks
Scratching my throat to breathe
How many of us died?
How many times?
Take it all away
Just take it all
The white and black
But especially all the grey
