like lamplights hanging by a string, i wanted to be your ultraviolet, your path home, your fast asleep, your piece of prism for you to keep. some memory backstroking along the atmosphere waiting to hit the ground & crack, turn to dust for you to breathe & one day say my name with a piece of me. i wanted you to take my hands & kiss them where all the words burned holes in the places where you were never meant to go. there were a lot of things i never said but i was not wordless. remember that.