Yes, You Look Like a Triangle

The boy who was afraid of snow has died
I sat at the bus stop through the night
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you

I found a book with pages made of leaves
A story ate its way between the sleeves
Trombones
On your sisters
Wishbones
In their ribs and
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you

And this stillness whirs into motion
Like an exaggerated metaphor for life
As I read the pages crumpled and swollen
These faces flashlit foreign places in my mind
I'm not making sense

I always thought that you were make believe
A figment of just my imagining
Trombones
On your sisters
Wishbones
In their ribs and
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you
Seabirds
How I missed you

And this stillness whirs into motion
Like an exaggerated metaphor for life
As I read the pages crumpled and swollen
These faces flashlit foreign places in my mind
I'm not making sense



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Writer(s): Merry Christmas
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