There you are,
Far out of sight,

And over here
Is where I am, still

And that blot
Running down 
The hard-edge of the
Razor

Is love.

If this is all 
You gave to me?
I don't want to
keep these memories

Stashed in my soul,

So I will have to turn 
Back to where I was
Before you stepped 
Out of the shadows,

Before you left me bleeding
Too much for you.