I saw a picture of you

Looking at a picture of me

Time fades slow so I think so ridiculously 

I saw remnants of them

Underneath breathing us

Waving out post-consciously their thoughts are all dust

Left in the materials that their minds made and left behind

Buried by the weather for the future to dig up and find

Your mind

I saw a picture of me

Looking through pictures of you

Before you were gone I knew exactly what to do

But they’re still asleep on my sleeve

Won’t wake up and leave

I guess I’ll take them with me to see everything I see

Twisted urges that I carry out and tuck-underneath

It’s all connected to something hiding beneath your feet