I wonder if the only thing you'll have to say is
Where have you been
On my cue will you really stop to pack away everything
When we leave from this place I will plan to take with me everything
I could retraces
And forget the things
We didn't say
If the bow and the stern fold together when under the ocean
Like the splintering seams I will dream of holding
And folding into you
So what is all this worry?
And what is all this emptiness you bottle?
Are you collapsing inwards?
A rapid cooling fixture
Locked and sealed containers
I could not find a reason
To let this end so early with the hardest season nearly four months out the door
And that's by modern measurements of time but it feels more
I wonder if the only thing you'll have to say is
Where have you been
On my cue will you really stop to pack away everything
When we leave from this place will we really remember all the things
That we didn't say