traceless

One by one, I would disprove
all accidents of faith or atheism.

Traceless. How blood remembers.
One cold October evening when

the cigarettes and drink were cheap.
The way the living survive in little

bits and pieces. Has its charm.
One by one we will take all our

holidays in the sun. Spending
quality time in the temple with

my enemies, out of character.
Time owed for good behaviour.

My mouth goes numb to think
your name.