Under-Young Jesus

Young Jesus John Rossiter Do you move through memories Like you've been making space For things unseen I've done So good that couldn't be replaced But in erasure I have found Myself so close to breaking But now I think of things we missed While we were making space The night before I left I came over after you fall asleep Heard the ocean rolling through your head Felt the tide in your knees Many moments spent thinking Of things we haven't done How many winters have I spent Without the ones I love Sitting on eternal beaches I turn my head around Making space between my hands Your memories take out The night before I left I came over after you fall asleep Heard the ocean rolling through your head Felt the tide in your knees Run my hand through waves of what we're not Taste the salt in my teeth Dig our heels in sand think that love Just dissolves into heat