Check under the bed
Don’t forget the lights
My swimsuit in the shower
Your promise in the night

The car is here
Don’t leave me now
I can’t see in front of me
No, not even the ground

Nowhere to run
It’s time to hide
We’re from the same cloth
But cloth can be dyed

Beneath the surface like a winter bulb
Scintillating highs and harrowing lows
Memories blotted in her wake
The shadow of disease and decay

James gave me this link for Christmas. He says write anything, who cares, and one day you will die. Here goes