You think I can talk to you after all this time?
I’m barely even a man any more
It’s funny isn’t it
How much you’ve forgotten
The water rushing over your face
Washing it away
In that stillness
The deep quiet
I wish I could have told you the truth
But someone else got there first
Some of us are leaving, you know
Or staying, but leaving at the same time
I’ll be sorry to see you go
This great blessing
Coming in slow
The rustle of the air behind the white sky
The way I knew you before you were dead
And the things you said after
