I see your face inside every song,
And the leftover pieces, and how they don’t belong.
They lay scattered across the dreariest land
That I still have yet to be able to understand.
Can we start this over?
The music always found the wind to push the sails
Through much bigger storms, but all with no detail.
But this time it was different because the waters won,
And we watched as this tapestry, as it slowly became undone.