Last Thursday

Photographs are bleeding light From lives that never saw the night Dusty letters, wedding rings Echoes of forgotten things Fossils sleeping in the stone Tell me stories never known Every scar upon my skin Could be a lie I’m trapped within What if all these years I mourned Were shadows never truly born? Last Thursday made the world for me A perfect wound, a memory Ancient ruins, lover’s graves Painted ghosts and tidal waves Tell me, darling, what is true? If yesterday was never you The stars above, the tears I cry Could all be born from one small lie Last Thursday… History books upon the shelf Whisper secrets to themselves Empires rise and kingdoms fall Maybe none existed at all I remember your cold hands Walking through forgotten lands But memory is fragile glass A haunted film that never passed Every heartbeat that I trust May be manufactured dust Last Thursday made the world for me A perfect wound, a memory Ancient ruins, lover’s graves Painted ghosts and tidal waves Tell me, darling, what is true? If yesterday was never you The stars above, the tears I cry Could all be born from one small lie Last Thursday… The moon hangs pale above the sea Older than eternity Yet maybe it arrived the same As every face and every name The cemetery down the hill The silent clock, forever still The grief I carry in my chest Could be a costume, nothing less And if the past was never there Why does the loss still feel so real? Last Thursday made the world for me A cathedral of uncertainty Broken angels carved in stone Memories that aren’t my own Tell me, darling, what survives When truth dissolves and fiction thrives? If time itself is counterfeit Then love is my act of defiance in it Maybe the world began last Thursday Maybe the darkness did too But if this moment is all that’s real I’ll spend it Haunting you.