I Don't Want Your Voice to Move Me

On the eve of your departure
 I sat beside you on the kitchen floor
 You said darkness has no virtue of its own
 It's only darkness
 What is lost is lost
 You were tired of metaphor
 I once crawled along the ruins
 Found you up above the timber line
 Where the mountains stood before us like a bride
 Narrow wide, the sun was honeycomb
 It turned your white hair gold
 I don't want your voice to move me
 I don't want to be cracked open
 I don't want the knot to loosen in my throat
 To place a landmine down a rabbit hole
 I'm no pale-faced saint
 I'm like a dog always barking at a ghost
 You know, I don't go easy
 I've never made a myth of your disease
 I hedged my bets with every soul I ever loved
 Except for one
 Honey, all I know of hope is throwing stones into the void
 I don't want your voice to move me
 I don't want to be cracked open
 I don't want the broken headlight flicker
 The bright pines, the silver sigh, the moon
 Behind you
 When I find you
 Driftwood bones, in fog and smoke
 The pull of the yoke, a knotted oak, a joke
 A hymn we only spoke and never sung
 Those of us born in loss, you know,
 we only trust the light on the horizon
 When I find you
 I don't want your voice to move me
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