To a man without a soul:

I lost my soul the other day
I couldn’t quite remember where I put it
It wasn’t in the normal hiding places
Then it came to me
But in all the stress of losing it
I didn’t really want it back
Trouble is what it brings to me
Pain too
Maybe it would be best if I kept it off for a few days more
Do I need it right now?
What’s the worst that could happen?
To a man without a soul.

Like a pool of wax

I just lit the candle you got me.
It smells like wild flowers.
The pool of wax grows;
dark blue,
deeper and wider.

I hope your love will grow deeper
and wider. That you can remember
me even now. I just lit the candle
you got me. The one you bought
right before you ——.