I'm sorry for the spots on your shoulders I left unkissed, for the shelter I never offered for the faith misplaced for the seams unsown for the cold floors oil spills on porcelain I would have swallowed every sip to have the smell on my breath the taste to leave behind with every kiss So what do I do, with these picture frames? Do I lock them away, saved for rainy days? Because I don't think A dresser drawer can hold such grace. This heartbreak was circumstance like all heartbreak, selected by chance I could have been anyone You could have been no one else suffer in rhythm these patterns repeat suffer in rhythm this loss is mine to keep I'll wear your loss to sleep. this loss is mine to keep