For want of de Rites Of Spring

I - i believed - memory might mirror no reflections on me.
i - i believe - that in forgetting i might set myself
free.
but i woke up this morning with a piece of past caught
in my throat - and then i choked.
i - i bled - i tried to hide the heart from the head.
i - i bled - in the arms of a girl i'd barely met.
and i woke up this morning with the present in splinters
on the ground - and then i drowned.
(and if i can't see its for want )
you - you said, "i see", if there's nothing here than
it probably mine -
my - my turn to see if there's nothing here it will
always be mine.
i - i've learned the taste of days that will always
burn.
i - i've learned if its in the corner of my eye i
can't walways turn.
(and if i don't see it's for want )