Broken Fingers - Sam Baker

How long?

How long ago?

16 years

Everyday

Of course, I know

Of course, I know

Forget his face?

Of course, I don’t

Etched like a crystal vase

These broken fingers

Some things don’t heal

I can’t wake up from a dream

When the dream is real

These broken fingers

Forget his eyes?

His silhouette?

Of course, I don’t

Of course, I don’t forget

There are blue eyes

A silhouette

There is a debt

A debt I don’t forget

How long?

How long ago?

Sixteen years every day of course I know