• Weston’s property

    When I lost you I
    Remember breathing heavy
    We weren’t that close
    But when you need to label it
    I think you were a bigger part of me
    Than I was of myself and
    When you pretend to think about it
    We are the people that surround ourselves
    But when I lost you I
    Remember thinking
    How could this be
    We weren’t that close
    But you saw through me
    And I carried you like a
    Shelf and the beams are lost and
    Now I’m holding nothing but an empty box
    At my feet that’s marked
    Weston’s property
    And I feel like climbing in
    And crumbling because I
    Was yours all along