Why move to leave the table?
I’m so young and I convinced myself
I’ve already met all my great loves
And they’re far away
And I hang onto daydream
And notions
And real dreams where I swear I
Visit you, again
Against all odds
To say Hi
And lay my head against your chest.
I stopped wearing robes so I didn’t think to cut it to stop my tossing and turning to awaken you.