Night Windows

In the stick count for the song with knowing you're gone

Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here

I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling

Stop and hold my breath and watch the way we used to be

The full moon makes our faces shine like over-ironed polyester

Then disappears behind the clouds

And leaves me under empty rows of night windows

We could walk to where these streets get pulled together

Blinking, lined with gravel, shoulder squared towards an end

Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic

Where the power lines steal lessons from the hourly news

Depluralize our casualties, drown the generals out in static

We turn and watch our city sprawl and send us signals in the glow

Of night windows

But you're not coming home again, and I won't ever get to say

"Remember how I'm sorry that I miss the way it could be"

"Remember how I'm sorry that I miss the way it could be"

Night windows