Time

On some days I hope the memories 

of us burns like a fire for you 

On some days I hope you could 

feel the fire underneath your skin 

burn through for everything you

said you would do and 

everything you couldn’t do 

And on some days I hope the 

sounds of brokenness plays

repetitively through your mind 

I was the vinyl and you were the

turntable and together we were 

nothing but a broken record 

running on broken clocks and time