Recessional
\"It's so beautiful here,\" she says,
\r\n\"This moment now and this moment, now.\"
\r\nAnd I never thought I would find her here:
\r\nFlannel and satin, my four walls transformed.
\r\nBut she's looking at me, straight to center,
\r\nNo room at all for any other thought.
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\r\nAnd I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
\r\nThere's a reason not to want this but I forgot.
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\r\nIn the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder,
\r\nHair falling forward, mouth all askew.
\r\nFluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
\r\n\"Passengers missing, we're looking for you.\"
\r\nAnd she dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
\r\nFace pressed into the corduroy grooves.
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\r\nMaybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
\r\nMaybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.
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\r\nAnd the words: they're everything and nothing.
\r\nI want to search for her in the offhand remarks.
\r\nWho are you, taking coffee, no sugar?
\r\nWho are you, echoing street signs?
\r\nWho are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
\r\nDark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
\r\n
\r\nOh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
\r\n\"Well anyway,\" she says, \"I'll see you around...\"
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