Is it done? (ran its course–or something else?)
Kissing your ear
Seeing in you everything I fear
Gasping for breath (break through)
Walking out, soundless, you wave
Dropping icicles, shoulder just grazed
Breathing slow in December (mist, misery)
Breaking bread, a love sublunar
Kicking myself for not seeing it sooner
Don't be a stranger, okay? (okay, okay)
Getting into the car for the last time
God–was it me? I have no alibi
I suspect I know which of us bruises (don't answer)
Your laugh is shattering (a thousand shards)
Will it never be the same, even when we clear the rubble?
Your laugh is echoing (caught in my ribs)
Does the wind swirl on the other side of the tunnel?
Will I feel it in my bones, or in my chest?
Or will this sickening stupor remain?
Will it hit me, feel like a brick?
Or will it simply fade?
Spell it out
Lover: sugar, it would have been you
Over: sober, it should have been you
Merlot, Rhiannon
