You don’t make me want to be alone

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.