She raises life in oil on silk
And drapes the canvass with a mother’s love
I watch her work, I feel it build
Barrels deep, delicate to touch

Every month I’m further off
The first to come the last to love

I’ll never be a part of you
Forgotten and oh so far removed
She carries you in oil on silk
All I am is breath on glass to you

The starter to your only life

I wait for her to leave the room
I run my hand along your crinkled skin,
You have her glow, you have her fingerprints
Etched into the fabric, tighter than a bind, baked into your eyes

I taste the tang of her perfume
Not in me but gracing you

I’ll never be a part of you
Loving and oh so far removed
She carried you in oil on silk
All I am is breath on glass and you
Have no idea, I’ll never say
I’d give my soul, but now the chance
Has faded away

Waiting to the side of you
Broken, oh so far removed
She carried you in oil on silk
Mixed with some breath on glass