I can picture your arms but I never remember
The bones in your embrace
Since the last trip north at the end of December
There were new lines in your face
Do you push it aside when you can't understand it?
Does it come to you in waves?
I was already gone and the month hadn't ended
Before you could ask me to stay
Bring in firewood over ice on the doorsill
Alone no one will know
About a slip cracked hip or a call from the doctor
News I'll hear tomorrow
The kindest thing I could have done
Was be cruel to you those last three months
Take me home, you're my home, you're my home
I can picture your arms but I never remember
The bones in your embrace