Nine AM and two below zero
Sun reflections off crystal
liquids pierce the surface of
my soul to reckless
sounds of birds
and elephants
Vibrant and free as the asymmetrical syllables of
Mourning
We used to believe
In words like love and snow
We used to lie together
And let the silence
Be all that mattered
We used to bend the laws of
mathematics
To make them fit our universe
Till in the end our voices would rustle
like slow elaborate lies
Forgive me now
I did not know, at the time, that the letters in sorry
Could not be rearranged
And carry the same
Meaning
