Fold - Pity Sex

Piled up your clothes

Fold them on your bed

Spring is alive in Michigan

You are dead

Your favorite shirt held close to my face

Inhale deep as I could manage

I found the scent alive but your are dead

Collapse onto the floor

Clutching the fabric you once wore

Keep them in my bed, hope to find sleep again

Cause in my dreams

You’re more than memories

Your voice, your face

From the fold of my brain

Still the current running

Through my veins

I am alive even though you are dead