Dust

You were eating dust from the palm of the air
Trying to catch up to what
You thought was happening out there

How many times
Will I have to recognize
There are no timelines?

You were seeing blood
Dripping onto the earth
Anointed by the loss. It was
An almost impossible hurt

How many times
Will I have to recognize
There are no timelines?

Maybe in a movie
They'd be asking "how's she doing?"
"Oh she's looking so much better
Than the last time that you met her."

And quick cut to the country
Standing in the open doorway
Where I'm cradling a baby
And I'm stronger for the memory of every
Winter sunset that I watched up at the train track
In the days after you left me
Broken heart and broken body

You were eating dust
From the palm of the air
You were eating dust