Broken Hands

Stayed out of moving light,
I’m sorry if you my eyes only shadowed
Its hard to keep them open wide
They get so heavy as time passes alone,
Passes alone.
I call out the numbers to make the ring on the other end
And I hide my broken hands so no one can see them again,
But if there’s no answer, if the voice call in connect is dead
If the time it took to heal made the heart grow absent instead
(Chorus)
Awake, apart and amused, connected by echoes of a name
And I watch my ruined finers try to right their crooked frames.
As myself leans upon me, a quiet self-awaring wrench
As the once, future names agree, I feel the first fist I’ve ever clenched.
(Chorus)