A bird uncaged, a chocolate cake, a tattooed anklebone
It might sound strange, but you don’t make me want to be alone.
An open book, a video, the photos from the sea
A single look, a Cheerio stuck under the TV
The little things, the way he sings, the way he plays along
Our long-gone flings and diamond rings, our weekend in Vermont.
You message me on whether you think I’m your counterpart
It holds my strings together when we have to be apart.
A little sigh, I’ll draw the line at one more pacifier:
A Shepherd’s pie, a glass of wine, our blanket by the fire.
Miles are long, miles to go until I hold your hand.
I know you’re gone, you know I know, it’s time I understand.