the locket. There's no play for the past. I'll put it back in my pocket. It was never meant to last. It's just gone. repeat bridge. There's no word for the sadness. There's no poetry in the pain
. tryin to block it. 'daddy please daddy don't leave daddy no stop it'. Goes into her pocket. pulls out a tiny necklace locket. its got a picture. 'this will keep you safe daddy take it witcha'. I look up
In her favorite locket, hiding yellow pills. With white wine to chase them, lying on the hills. We kissed until we couldn't breathe. The coldest sand is on the beach. Now she's in her swimsuit with