I do not count the days,
I've known you
As you've already Left
Nor do I count the hours,
As I stand here in the Rain

The Hungers, I keep at Bay
Our Loves, I felt you too
Trapped in this tactile zoo.
A feral avalanche upon the deaf,
I do not count the beats

I can't hear our pain
As kindsness sours.
An open cleft
Where nothing
We ever say...

You've got to stray,
Tear a crack
Never look back.