The Sway

The quiet air you carry around
In lamplit nights and through still days
I remember those other months
When it would pour out of my heart
Out into the dark
But if I’ve carried this too long
I am tired now
On the verge of something else
I’ll walk yawning through the cold
The sway you held
And showed me
And I know that I don’t want to be alone
There’s no meaningful embrace
No touching my face
Your hands were always cold
But I’ll not cling to anything
I can’t hear you
I’ll not cling to anything
I can’t hear you