Secrets held within a bag
Reveal the long-lost answer
The only sign upon the tag
A name you don’t remember
Counting from a backwards clock
Is gradually getting louder
Your breathing slows, your numbness grows
Reach out for your lover
Rising metal fingers ease
You lean in for the first time
A book of fleeting fantasy
Is faded from the sun shine
Soft to touch and sweet of smell
Most things that are poison
If I were you, I’d try and prove
I even knew the question