Left For Tomorrow

The other end is just heavy breathing

I bury the phone in clover

Back where the light is streaming

I carry it on my shoulders

My shoulders

Without her

Without her

Photographs of familiar faces

Kept hidden and folded over

Blankets of torn out pages

And I carry it on my shoulders

My shoulders

Without her

Without her

Did it glow in the dark?

Was there a choir winding on?

Can you hear me at all?

It's only your name repeating

Green and wide

Bolts of white iris tenderize

Sobs from the silo

Hung, dried

Left for tomorrow

The other end is just heavy breathing

I bury the phone in clover

Back where the light is streaming

I carry it on my shoulders

My shoulders

My shoulders

Without her

Without her

Without her

Without her