Shadows 2

(Michael Timmins)

I can sit here and watch as it all falls away into winter
and pretend I’m surprised by the darkling skies and the rain
or I can sit here and wait for death to come upon me like a stranger
I can sit here all night the fog rolling in and getting thicker

I can sit here and grouse of the low sad song of morning
the pain of falling leaves the awkward reprieve of the day
I can sit here and dream but I can’t remember the singing
I can sit here and dwell alone and disappearing

I can sit here and stare as he shuffle the pieces once again
in search for the worst that flutter like birds across your eyes

I can sit in the dirt and try to unearth the last of you buried there
I can sit here and wait
I can sit here and wait
Sit here and wait
Wait