If he comes back now, it is too late
The suffering self takes on a different shape.
Deformed by grief, I cannot fit his bed
Yet I remember every word he said
But words will fly away like swallows do
They do not join an I to any you.
A song a lyric music and a voice
We know too much, we’re overwhelmed with choice
Yet all alone our hearts flap seeking out
A bird is trapped inside me,heavy doubt.
My heart is in my throat will it fly high ?
If it leaves me I will surely die
The skeleton of bone, the muscles taut
Keep the heart inside, the danger out.
If you come oh, hold me very still.
I will weep again, until your fillef
How my heart sings 