Dust off the picture books
Creaking spine as pages fall
In the hallway dancing
Your coat hangs behind the floor
I stand beside it in the hall
Loose threads fall together
Leaves fall around my shoes
Cushioning my soles
Aimless walks in winter
Clothed piled in plastic bags
I meant to throw away
Are they useful
Am I grieving?
Go
Why did you go?
After four years on the run
Why did you come home
Why did you come home
With your bells and mistletoe
Got your favourites on the wall
The fairest of them all
You couldn't even call
You couldn't even
Calls on the telephone
Strange voice, you're not alone
I wish I was dreaming
Waves wash over me
Down here I feel free
I can't hold my breathing
Go
Why did you go?