He asks me about the weather as it’s replacing time
I brush away his complaints and tell him it’s fine
Coz there’s no far away that he ever could go
That my love would not follow him, so
Though his locks are all fading and his eyes start to dim
I confess on my knees that my prayers are for him
Not merely for a happy reconciliation
Where I congratulate him on his life and station
But bursting through the gates and in through the doors 
As we make it worth the one plus all fours 
Interplayed between a disposing sigh
I know that this heat will never die
As we explore and we make room
But something crashes in and it sounds like doom
And it moans and it roars and it breaks all the gates
And we’re torn apart as though it’s the will of the fates
And I cry in my room with my paper and ink
I remember the rebellion when the board told me to THINK 
And I could hear him in echos somewhere by the dresser
I stare down at the carpet like I’m his confessor 
And he whispers things I don’t want to hear
So I make allusions to something becoming clear
Somewhere in the future, in three years time
I was fifteen years old and kissed by the sublime
And now we are mounting like stacks of old compost
The decades between us keeping us honest
And he has his pride and adequate sound
I just don’t know if he wants me around 
Because he files returns in a cabinet by the wall
It’s not the only thing that lies to enthrall
And the pearls all gleam against her skin
I watch them from afar with her eyes on him
And she’s blooming, she blossoms, with stars in her eyes
I put my cheek to the cold wood as my hope dies
And nothing has changed, there’s nothing that he hides
But I know that within is something that abides
And he’s acres of fields due east to the coast
Did I make a mistake loving him the most?