Too Many Things

Her voice a brittle hush in the powdery glow O' Dear Asking love from a world that won’t care Are we still the same? A shaky family, Paper-thin. Amber says,“Too many things.” “Too many things.” Love me Stay with me Love me I want to dream Carry me We both believe? We both see? Glamour dissolves But the ache The ache never ends Love me Stay with me Amber says,“Too many things.” You are her daughter, sister, shadow Or maybe just someone else who won’t say goodbye. Be the child she lost to the world’s cruel spin Roller nods, smiles, Let the warmth fill the hollow Be her ghost Be blood Be borrowed pain Be her skin Be a child Be love Be family Neon dusk on velvet carpet Gold dust flickers on a glass tray The gold is gone The glass is bare But the ache is carved It lingers there Even if I vanish in the dream Love me Stay with me Carry me I want to dream I want to see I want to be the end of her