Thin
My slipped mind
Is the tale of my misfortune with you
The furnaces stoked
At the laughing hour
Have burnt out my spirit
But I am left with you still in my heart
A soul that once flirted and danced with my soul
Is now missing
The necessities keep coming
They do not give us chance to lick our wounds
So we move on
Layers unresolved
Thin, and volatile
