Here I am again
like the tape playing backwards
those sessions in 96'
where we tried our hand
at being bedroom geniuses
the guitar with a short
and the missing notes
now playing between
the two of us
we look into space
or outside ourselves
from someone we're expecting
to come back through the door
the strange noises
replaced by silence
but heard anyway
the brush of a tail
in the corner of my eye
you're still here running
around where I can't see
Other eyes have seen you
retired your favorite toys
your blanket and some dreams
has it only been a week
since you broke my heart?
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