The Sway

The quiet air you carry around

In lamplit nights and through still days

I remember those other months

When it would pour out of my heart

Out into the dark

But if I've carried this too long

I am tired now

On the verge of something else

I'll walk yawning through the cold

The sway you held

And showed me

And I know that I don't want to be alone

There's no meaningful embrace

No touching my face

Your hands were always cold

But I'll not cling to anything

I can't hear you

I'll not cling to anything

I can't hear you