Tintin in Tibet

I sing to you
 I sing to you, Geneviève
 I sing to you
 You don't exist
 I sing to you though
 When I address you, who am I talking to?
 Standing in the front yard like an open wound
 Repeating "I love you", to who?
 I recorded all these songs about the weird echoes in our house now
 And then I walked out the door to play them on a stage
 But I sing to you
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 I picture you
 When we first met, you were 22
 And I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
 Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling
 So I brought my blankets in
 And slept on the floor right next to your bed
 In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me
 Peeling an orange and looking hungry
 "Do you want some," you asked me
 And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange
 And weight and kissing and certainty
 I remember you a few days later in Tofino
 Where we'd driven to play a show you'd
 set up for us at a surf shop to no one
 Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
 Then went down to the fishing boat dock to ask whoever for a ride
 Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day
 And we did that and brought some food
 to eat and went through the big trees
 Abandoned and in love,
 totally insane, apart from the rest of the world
 We had finally found each other in the universe
 Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up
 I read the one book we had with us aloud
 With my head on your lap, sinking into you
 Tintin in Tibet in French
 And we thought of devotion and snow
 and distant longing in the Himalayan air
 High and cold, with a bell ringing out
 Then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house
 I remember through your gasping for oxygen
 You explained that you'd been thinking about that high, cold air
 Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the gods
 And yes I do picture you there, molecules dancing
 But still I'd rather you were in the house watching
 The unfolding everyday life of this good daughter we made
 Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason
 So I sing to you