It fits like you

Her grip begins to wane

Melt and rain

fill the drain

of another

place that fits like you

Now as dark descends

we adjust the lens

The introspective view

not like you wanted to

remember

the place that fits like you

Retiring at an early hour

and through your conscience scour

Reading volumes to quell the voice

that echoes hollow; does not rejoice

for atonement

in a place that fits like you