Return

Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that<br>are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them<br>now -- displaced they`re easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I<br>can`t remember your face.<br> <br>Return. <br> <br>For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.<br>The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their <br>toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can`t <br>remember your face. <br> <br>Return. <br> <br>You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, <br>you were supposed to grow old. <br> <br>Return. You were supposed to return.