Abe Abraham

Tiny Photograph

In a tiny photograph

That I keep inside my hat

Was a week after we met

I still know you just like that

When you were falling

In a harder overgrown 

I still like to be alone 

Though we left for different ways

There’s a part that still remains

From when I was falling

When I was falling

In a palace made of glass

I awake in different lands

And in every one I am

Just the same, but different 

And I’m always falling

I’m always falling

Always falling