| Callous I wanted the callous piece of you And pretended that it was careful Dull heartache ebbing with grace The pictures are from yesterday None of them a ghost of my image I knew better than to give Her away Within the solace of springtime blues Shades of a false life flicker, gently Replaying shoddily on a glass pedestal He is a precious, vintage camera Quiet room rearranged in neat folds And the retort lies on my tongue |