I still don’t know what you meant to me after all these years
You stick to my consciousness, bolstering my fears
The past shines in in shades of cliched remembrance
That time our cheeks brushed in the summer, against the fence
You stand in a rogue’s gallery of loves lost but not in vain
We taught each other our own rules of an unknown game
It was raw and unfeeling, utter joy and deep, deep shame
How close we got to the heavens, how close to hell’s flames
It’s not for me to judge your ashes, nor do I want that burden
The stains and memories we birthed and bore together
The emptinesses we filled and failed to keep full
It’s not for me to judge your remains, but I do bear that burden