Pressed Flower

You pressed into me like a flower amongst words Done growing and willing to be preserved The month fucking escapes me Like all that time you spent trying to make me Unknow myself And suddenly it's gone Sitting beside air On the train tonight to visit you At your job which makes you cry But I like the way the tears fill up your eyes Now it's an imprint The world is sticky with it When I pass our old building I wish they would rip it down And suddenly it's gone Like the ice that dried in my hair I will never love you again I can't even remember when