I built an effigy of you Out of trading cards and priceless treasures Ashes of my mother, first pressing Joy Division records Blood diamonds, caviar, faded memories of my youth A harp made of heartstrings, and a synthesizer noose You look so beautiful in red; summer sunsets or the flames I circled ‘round you clockwise as if time would kill the pain I whispered something meaningless about how love tore us apart I tried to light my match, but I couldn’t find a spark
