twas two days a month ago
when i felt my heart go cold
my mind turned old
voice gone bold

a month and three days pass
each week with a sunday to end
how quiet they are

twas a week, one day, six hours ago
my heart was in your hand
bleeding with more life
than a newborn child

twas a second in a minute in an hour
every drop boiling in the water tower
this month driving this world crazy
animals speaking in tongues only the natives understand

well this end is getting near
life no more than
death to fear
i laugh in its face

months of sundays come to pass
staying strong in winter's wind
fighting harder to breathe

twas two days a month ago
the door was shut against a love in the snow
freezing from love that existed no more
facing another quiet sunday, alone

 
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