Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts. 
All I breathe in, bleeds out, falls apart. 
Table cleared, dinner served - a modest start. 
Held back tears, never felt, pulled this hard. 
Dark skin, light hearts, unadorned, simple lives. 
I try to measure all my thoughts, all at once. 
And things seem clear. 
We've been lost from the start.
Held back tears, never felt, pulled this hard.