Moves On

I remember your breath
I will remember the death
Of a singular fascinating night
And the way you trembled on the back of my neck
And the way something in me moved
towards the light

Nothing else I can do
Nothing else I want to
I found one home with you
But home moves on
Home moves on

Letting you go on
With your ignorance
You think you know best; and who am I
To deny
So I’ll forget a breath
On the back of my neck
And pretend I don’t know you’ve gone awry

But when I get to my land of plenty
When I go back to the sea
The salt reminds me, of your harshness
There are things expected of me
I can’t stay, I can’t leave
I am looking at the stars
And the gutter is cold

Nothing else I can do
Nothing else I want to
I found one home with you
But home moves on
Home moves on

Letting you go on
With your ignorance
You think you know best; and who am I
To deny
So I forget a breath
On the back of my neck
And pretend I don’t know you’ve gone awry

April ’07

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