It's been a year.

A friend has gone

And left the house.

We try and try and try

To earn the friend back,

But they cut their own ears off.

It's been a year and a half,

And the bricks on my back 

Have grown.

My spine is breaking

From the weight.

It's been two years,

And I've taken those bricks

And put them on the paper

In front of me.

They create shapes and lines

And those who see them

Can pick some of those bricks up

And share my load.