So in future you can burn through
everything she ever touched,
and by groping in the dark
maybe you’ll find you’re one of us.
To be certain that the end comes near
will chill you to your bone,
and you’ll never find an answer
if you stay locked in your home.
So sweet, so strangely folded
over in despair;
so beat, so broken,
so never nearly there.
Copyright Mark Manchester 2014