Greyness
Don’t read this
It is my letter
After you’ve been
Kind again

Don’t read this
I write to bear it
That's the way I’m born
To connect

After rooms
After mornings
Thinking that I could forget
Friends look
Me in the eye and say
I don’t think its over yet

Am e g d
Ooooooo

I kissed a man while dancing
And watched him fall away
I wish I would hold myself
Up with the day
I am no being myself
I am not being myself

The curves of the bridge
In the land locked fog
I drive past with mother
And memories in tow
That lift and descend
With no warning at all

Don’t read this
At least I’m writing
For a time I tried to forget

That I was drawn to you
And leaving didn’t
Change the curves of my bed

Leaving is leaving
And I will let it be

Look at how the grass bends gray in the winter
And rises up again in the spring
A resurrection f things
A resurrection of me
Find death where it is
But do not leave it be
Treat it as life
Treat it all as life