The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting

And still I refuse to throw them away

Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully

They might, so I'm waiting and staying awakeThings, I have loved, I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleepThe papers around me are piling and twisting

Regina, the paper back mummy, what then?

I'm taking in a knife to the books that I own

And I'm chopping and chopping

And boiling soup from stoneThings, I have loved, I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleep

Things, I have loved, I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleep