Letter: for her

I thought of writing you a letter
So I wrote myself instead
I thought I could do better
But you kept me in your bed

And so I stayed too many hours
Lingering between foreign sheets
Becoming more like home
In every wayward retreat

I can’t sing, or dance or eat
Thinking of the lost lines leftover
In open air and on empty streets

It seemed too opposite the beat
So counteractive to the flow
Quite backward in motion
Rather lifeless, you know

But you were there every night
Or every other we didn’t fight
When you stopped
To turn instead of run

And face all of the love your heart
Has withheld for so long
I tried to write you a letter
But it turned into a song

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