“A Daft Memory”
Never killed a man, but still they locked him away.
Left him in a cell of flowers and dirt because anything else would be cruel.
Even if angels are assholes, we’re not monsters.
I used to think he was beautiful.
There was a song he’d hum just before dawn.
I would’ve loved it so, had it not been his.
Every now again he crosses my mind.
I wonder if his dreams remained dreams.
Because only one could make it out, and who would you choose?
I pass the days quietly by the lake, just like we’d often planned.
He always told me not to make myself small.
This couldn’t have happened any other way.
For those of you that knew him, you never knew him.
And now you never will.
Though that’s hardly my fault, is it?
But enough of the dreary.
It’s such a pleasure to meet you.
Would you like to go to dinner?