How does he forgive me, each and every time?
How, I wonder silently, how is he still mine?
And inclines his head just so against the sill
Of my shoulder bone that I would hold until
Eternity all vanished back into that state
And the heavens disappeared to illuminate
That the Now that we own, the Now that we have
Is all we ever need and now I am sad
To think that all this time I could have been afloat
Instead of plugging holes in a lonely boat
Fighting to stay up when sinking’s what I am
He doesn’t look away, he just holds my hand
And meets me by the eye and breaks it in a smile
Why, says he to me, am I worth the while?