The fact of harm slips between
Cool on a day
You ask for the way back in
To something given
God, the trees pass easy
Take the job, take the city
And I'll keep my hands free
To laugh in between
And if this is as far as it goes
I will draw you, when I can
If this is as far as it goes
I'll try to smile
To see you in familiar places
And I held the shape while I could
While the center was out of it
And I try to remain something good
You took the fight out of it
Possible ends
They bloom and descend
Into the bend
And sometimes, when I'm quiet and alone
I need no repair
If this is as far as it goes
Write it in handfuls of air
You were there
