Aquamarine

I remember when they found you
Holding onto the gutter
Soaking wet and white knuckles
Lying through your teeth
Stupid man
You are drunk again
She’s just a child, you know
Wouldn’t understand
And I didn’t know she played guitar
Until I turned 27
My distant cousin sent
A box of memory
Certificate of authenticity
They were aquamarine
Aquamarine
Why can’t you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
Now I never ask for details
Who the hell needs details?
When everything is burning
You light a fire on the grave