Six

Specks of sawdust floating through

Caught between our roaming eyes

Digging through these professed truths

Bombarded by half-truths and lies

(We’re half a year past the night we promised to try)

The weightless dustland waste we see

Wearing on our clearer sight

Obscured by fire caught on your clothes

You drop and roll too late to fight

(I’m still fighting for you when I cry every night)

Ash to ash and hate’s debris

Settled down, you look unwell

Resuscitate with dust of space

Wandering students of love in hell

(But we picked the other up every time they fell)

The world is small compared to love

When we compare them in the light

We laugh if we wake up unsinged

But hold hands, shaking through those nights

We both promised to stay, even when it’s a fight