turn, don't turn away

two tears

my own

fall on my collarbone

roaming in shade in the north of france

beneath where her shoulder meet

and the rivers dance

two weeks

have flown

like water runs over stone

bicycle wheels through the fields of grain

to fell what i have to feel

learn how to speak your name

and it's turn by turn

every memory carries me on my way

if i return

are you prepared to see all of me in every way

turn

don't turn away

two words

i'm gone"