Funny all the cracks that made your surface
interesting, once upon a time have filled in now
with dirt and grime and no amount of scrubbing
can restore them
Leonard Cohen left us blissful
mirror-gazing at each other, dancing
long and slow, until the end
until the end and we were
cavernous, and gaunt like insects, exoskeletons
the mismatched eyes were watching everything
and slit the throats
of all our memories, bled them dry and left us screaming
hey Ophelia
Please come back
home.