Whiskey to Remember, Lavender to Forget

Whiskey to Remember, Lavender to Forget.

Was I warm enough to pull the lights from your form?
As you and I became we
Became us
Him and her
That was then

What lay beyond your layers
With red wine by the waterfront
Your mother like mine
As we blew on the embers that slowly surrounded

There was a future
There were formations
Contorted and distorted shapes
As Winter reared and you disappeared

Only to reappear
Beneath the tree
Under the sky
On the last night of June
Where you held me
And I,
You

And you said the words
And I said them back

I ran to your house
I’d left my sunglasses
I fell to your arms
And we laughed
And we laughed

As

I gave you the portrait
I gave you the birdhouse
I gave you my word
And I disappeared

Don’t wait, don’t hold out
You used my real name
The only only you call me
The one you’d tattooed on your tongue
As you dug me out of your fingernails
A six-stringed guitar to hear your cries

There’s a period of patience
A montage
Moments mulling
Memories masked

I returned with calloused fingers
A throat filled with fire
A belly full of flame
I’d walked on hot coals
To survive the winter

I fell to you
You fell back
We were falling
Falling
Falling
Falling

Lovers once, no more
Friends forever

We’d always spat sparks.

– Anna Perrson