You don't know where I've been so could you bury it? I am a tattered red carpet lying in the corner of a room in an empty white mansion. You're a priceless cedar rocking chair teetering over me. There is a gentle breeze blowing in from an opened window that puts us in perfect harmony. When you wake up I am not lying next to you but you now sit still somewhere far away. Among the recesses of the soul lie two deep grooves that show you once existed as a fixture in this life. Others now view these grooves, pink & tender, inextricable, as disfiguring imperfections.