On Absence
remembering at 11:20 p.m. on 2005-02-10
"...And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you
to death..."
-Such Great Heights/Iron and Wine
Float on me, you said
With such perseverance that I could
open my eyes
walk through the windows reflection,
and never touch the glass
Oh love, how could I ever forget-
forget you?
I've been muted now
Tangled into the noises of your day
But the words...
the words will always be yours.
never was � never will be
