Apple

You are an apple and I am mandaline
You have brought me to the doors again, found

You are the cat and I'm the dying rat you leave
That looks too good, another gift you put down

I am a window where you are blowing leaves around me
When you've got the keys to get by

So go and tear your wings if I am bound to leave
I'm leaving home, forgetting you to find a way today
I'm writing home

You are a candle I am carpet underneath
You've spilt upon but can't afford to replace

I am the sand brushed off the outside of your jeans
But I am trapped inside your pocket space

You are the moment that is fallen into sync
From some alarm that triggered from a parked car

And it's been tripped and floating in rhythm and in sync
Moving in the air around my heart

You are the dust that's floating weightless on the breeze
As you collect you make the edges look soft

I am the feather so obsessed with keeping clean
But stop and hesitate at brushing you off

You can tear your wings