The Widow’s Song

And now you’re gone and I’m still home

I sort through rooms and stacks of souvenirs

You left when you moved on

I change the light, change the sheets

Give away what I can’t use

And hold the things I need to keep

But this dream was yours

It’s in a language I can’t speak

It sounds familiar in my ears

But like a tune I can’t repeat

And I’ve been writing down the things

That I’m afraid I might forget

The stories you can’t ever tell again

‘Cause I’m not ready for your legacy to end

I check the mail, I check my phone

Like I’m expecting something soon

Like you might be coming home

I am a limb torn from a chest

My nerves still twitch me ‘cross the room

But I feel so directionless

My blood is old; my love is yours

And soon I’ll leave this house and run

To where you’ve gone along before

’Til then I’m writing down the things

That I’m afraid I might forget

The stories you can’t ever tell again

‘Cause I’m not ready for the healing to begin

From the day we met, I knew I didn’t deserve you

But I’ve got Jonah’s scorching rage at your depart

I’ll probably burn this house to ashes to observe you

Lay right down and let the flames become your arms

And I’ve been screaming since your voice no longer could

So in silence now, I boil ‘til I shake

I only wish this house of ours was so much bigger

I want the flames to light the sky across the state

Rage to the rain; to the waste you left me

Rage to the rain; to the waste you left me