Mamma said, lift your head from the sieve of your hands.nMamma said eventually this hurting will end. nBut the shockwaves on my bones will linger,nLike the ghost of you here in my bed.nnWhen I was lost you thought me a beautiful find.nSometimes I think of you sleeping, so sleep for a while.nI find myself asking who'd do this to love,nAnd the white-shouldered mountains they pointed above.nnLord you just dropped me here by the side of this road.nOut here's too cold and I don't want to walk it alone.nI've got a bottle of your blood inside me,nAnd on old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue.nnMamma said, lift your head from the sieve of your hands.nMamma said that eventually this hurting will end...