I Will Return

By a cracked window in June
Watching the street bend through the glass
Even though I would prefer you’d return
Subtle hints of you are assembling in the dark
And swimming back to me like a shark
A train rushing through a dark
Tunnel of beating hearts
Passing muscle and bone
Passing familiar faces in stone
We’re curled up in the Summer’s arms as we laugh
We can count on it to shed our pride
Or set us off to sea with its mast
I know you would prefer that I had returned
But who wants to wait for their ships to sail
While you watch them all gather rust
Attracted to hundreds of
Muffled sounds distorted
In the marrow of bone
In the ovaries of nebula foam
A train rushing through a dark
Tunnel of beating hearts
Passing muscle and bone
Passing familiar faces in stone