Write me a bridge away from the storm
I don’t know the words to the song you were born to sing
But I know your fingers will bleed when you play the chords
And maybe you’ll need me then like I need you now
When I say that I miss you I’ll mean something more
I mean I’ve been biding my time till you kiss me again
I keep poems like secrets then tell them when I’m tired
Of hiding who I am
I am missing you most
And the silence between songs are my favourite records
Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start
Is there a shoreline where the seaweed holds the rocks
So tight they soften into sand
Is it too late to say
That’s how my heart feels in your hands
Like you could sift it through an hourglass and
Pass it off as time never stood still
And neither did I but I will if you let me
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters
I forget how to hold myself together
So if I enfold now like a love letter
Tell me you’ll write back soon

Gibson