the songs i hear in the back of my throat
have lost the taste of you
'wherever you are
you will carry always
the truth of your scars
the darkness of your faith'
and i've known that darkness well
the half hour where the pre-dreams come
and your face kneeling behind my earlobes
with no explanation
there is nothing owed
there is nothing owned
so why do i keep turning around checking the tag
in the back of my shirt?