The phone shudders, tab the ringer mute The annual reopening of wounds Of a heart poured into the desert And its address book of ghosts Turn and walk away from the crater lip And hope the desert dries your heart Pat the ground flat and then close the door From inside the burning mirage The desert does not remember The desert does not care I can only see this moment Through a veil of flames As I cut away at the filaments That tie me to others lives It was someone else's loss And has nothing to do with me, now Aphasic thunder flickers behind a long flat of grey Swirling dazzles of amber spin crumbling memories