St. Vincent Charity

You were easier to meet than to get to know.
An unwavering smile gave way
to something twisted, dark and foreign.
And when I would call, you were never home.
Maybe I could have prevented something
or had some influence.
But when you called me
from the hospital,
I recognized your voice
but I didn't understand it at all.
Yeah, you said you were sorry
but you didn't say what for.
And that you wished we could have been friends in real life, but that night
reality never hit harder.
...
Whitewashed eyes dimly reflecting a fluorescent glow.
You laid still while I was tearing up the floorboards.
There in the dimming lights and the peeling labels,
clusters of couches and coffee tables.
A weakened sun splits a stagnant sky
and the church doors open.
The bed they made you at St. Vincent
held a body's warmth and a heart stretched distant,
out past the shoreways and into the hands
of the ones we love but leave alone.
...
I wish I could know what you're thinking.
Wish I could know what you're thinking.
Wish I could know what you're thinking.
Your silence, it speaks volumes.
Wish I could know what you're thinking
Wish I could know what you're thinking
Wish I could know what you're thinking
Your silence, it speaks volumes.