May we not grow weary
May we not be sold
May I lean into you
Till they send me home
And the house came alive in the heat
All the curtains s**ed to the screens
Then they billowed back out into the hallways
As if our house was breathing
And the floor boards creak in the stairwell
Conversationally
But I was out the back in the garden
Waiting for you to come home to me
And your nightdress left on the floor
While you were in the bath downstairs
And I held the cloth to my face
And I filled my lungs with your scent
Because i knew that I'd be leaving
And we knew that you'd stay home
It was as if our house was grieving
As I just stood there breathing you in