Remember the time you told me about the meaningbehind your hummingbird tattoo?
How intently, and seriously,we took each other then
With silence comes spacethat confuses the memory
The cuckoo is differentIt is nasty, and not many know this
And yet we use it to tell the timehas come to make new friends
Look at the way I froze after youleft me with so much left unsaid
Look at the way they’ll find mein museums. Looking whole
as though you’d never brokenme into tiny pieces.