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