You’re the smell of the toast you made in the morning
You’re the page in my book I keep to myself
You’re the unwelcome sound when I turn my door key
You’re the scar that I have from the time that I fell
I can’t describe the faces
I can’t recall the names
But you remain
I keep you in the creases
I hide you the folds
Protect you from the sunlight
Shield you from the cold
Everybody said they were glad to see you go
And no one ever has to know.
You’re the part of the moon that fades into blackness
Even though we know it’s really still there
You’re the song that I sing, I don’t need to practice
You’re the green shirt that I keep thought its too small to wear
I can’t describe the faces
I can’t recall the names
But you remain.
I keep you in the creases
I hide you in the folds
Protect you from the sunlight
Shield you from the cold
Everybody said they were glad to see you go
And no one ever has to know
No one ever has to know
The things that I refuse to see
And all the nights I still can’t sleep
I curl up between the sheets
Creases where you used to be.
In the Creases||Alex Wong
