waking again at the wrong time.
They look at me with accusations in eyes
dumb, now, and animal.
Darling, I always was your counterpoint.
Set to rise in opposites -
no wonder I'm feeling lost;
no wonder I wander from room to
room,
can't sit still for searching.
I prayed for you to shut your mouth,
your eyes,
to let my guiding hands hold you close,
but now that the key fits
there's nothing left behind the door
and
I'm waiting for you,
love,
please come home.
I'm not myself without you.
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