tucks her voice underneath herself and folds her hands,
whispers in your ear "it's all right."

(it's okay again)

winters and summers stand end on end,
digging holes that fill up in the sand.
we won't let go,
not quite yet.

(stars spread out over the land)

the taste of you starts to go bland,
sits down quiet and sometimes stands.
words that wont let go,
not yet certain. never. no.