I knew that very moment fresh as the morning dew stale like wet clay I knew that each splatter each drum each drop stoked the flames with a heavy heart like a beat that you missed this eternity I knew in the storm of ashes that this day would come and every moment every breath every song that we lived would be washed by the winds and stolid rains. My tears are but liquefied memories your flames reach out to wipe them off because in the slumber of your pyre you knew Always.
Always 🥹