I called her on a Friday,
To see if she was well;
She told me she'd sold everything
For two snails and a shell --
And so, I took her for a ride
Out in the autumn air;
We soaked in all that countryside
And laid our secrets bare --
We climbed into an afterworld,
Where silence was the rule:
We broke into the one last vault
For that remaining jewel --
I woke up on a Saturday
Unable, much, to feel:
I reached for her, but wasn't sure
How much of it was real --
We heroes and we heroines
Who grow up queens and kings
Of snails and shells and countrysides
And silences
And things
