Rewind the stars to the day before yesterday, to the moon and back.

Then, back then when we snuggled like close buildings,

brick by brick we stood as if we were statued into stone and earth.

Now then I’m crippled and placed on a chair,

nothing comes to this mind but shattered glasses that ripped our skin,

the car is unbearable beyond redemption and

yet the worse thing to come is the doctor telling me you didn’t make it.