The Full
I walked home tonight singing, alone, and thought of you crying this week over your lost hearing. In the wind moving over me I felt your hands smoothing my hair, washing my face, coaxing me to sleep. Your house was always home.
This loss so great, which I know you are reading as the beginning of the end -- I will not let you disappear beneath its calm, deadly waters.
If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, | |||||||||||||||||
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me; | 1215 | ||||||||||||||||
For after we start, we never lie by again. |
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