Left For Tomorrow

The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders
Without her
Without her
Photographs of familiar faces
Kept hidden and folded over
Blankets of torn out pages
And I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders
Without her
Without her
Did it glow in the dark?
Was there a choir winding on?
Can you hear me at all?
It's only your name repeating
Green and wide
Bolts of white iris tenderize
Sobs from the silo
Hung, dried
Left for tomorrow
The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders
My shoulders
Without her
Without her
Without her
Without her