Julia
Up on the windowsill there's a word
Holding in to be unheard
No one else at home
Gloria
Open the note that hides in a drawer
Wonder who they keep it for
Read it over slow
On the same floor
Can I want more
Julia
Out in the garden, grown to the wall
Somewhere when you're feeling small
Tired and undone
Gloria
Look at the mounds up high in the road
Hanging up your winter clothes
Never took so long
