Love in a glass We wander home with our thoughts breathing Smoking something Our hands will grope for the feeding Illuminate these eyes confined by looking faded Let the saline dry remind us why we started anyway Numbered days litter the floor saying what is left What is left of me? Staring stupidly Our eyes will close searching for feeling Bleary eyed and fucked to death We're holding close with our hearts seething Walking home Waiting for the lips that parted We don't know Wondering where or when we started This epistle ties lost contacts welcomes all with open arms