When your hand breaks mine–
Just breaks away–
I mean. Leaving my hand slightly warm
And feeling like rubber’s been placed upon it
I know that’s when it’s time leave.
When your face grips mine–
Just my eyes–
I mean. Holding my gaze for the last time
And picking out the pupils of your mind
I know it doesn’t end today.
When your tea cup rings–
Just put down–
I mean. Sustaining a single note
And drawn out sighs all left behind
I know this story ends soon.
When your books sit still–
Just as show–
I mean. The words I found to say
And actions I could not
I know we are awake.