I remembered you today when I could not say your name.
And that’s how bodies tell us the things we will not hear.
A thought is like a seed that grows into a stone.
And this is how I’m missing—heavier as I go, go.
We’re many leagues apart and many leagues within.
But somewhere deep inside we’re perfectly like then
with memories too sweet to hear again.
When I fall asleep so far, my mind brings me so close.
To a glowing yellow home that pulls me in, hello, hello.
Every love is real and we miss them all like one.
But some melt into water and some remain a stone.
Backwards through this year and it’s you, my family.
But now the warmth is slipping and it’s too cold to sleep.
The things I will not hear, ’till someone touches me.
When the coals rise to my throat and bring me down to grieve.
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