Pretty Heartattacks

My suitcase is packed with all your heartbeats,
so i walk to their sound and head towards the sun.
So my shadow will cover the tears on the ground…
I’m moving away from the place where you took your last breath,
to find you my love in the magic of life after death.

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not?’”