The sun rises and sets on you, dear,
Yes, through the fog it’s you that comes to break upon the dwelling drear,
Because in between the ins and outs you’re filling time with passing thoughts
And though it’s done, and by the gone,
I cannot help but linger on.
It never came to come full circle, but so you know, I would have come.
And when the day is winding down,
I find the time to sound that drum.
Smoke the signals,
Smell me, dear,
And have me as a midnight snack
When drawers and pantries feel empty,
And witching hour’s drawing near.
Because though we never had our chance,
And though the itch will never cease,
Within me, lies a subtle you, and I hope to never
Tame that beast.