Sister, I - Jesse Marchant

Sister, I

Have been bleeding back around

From the time we’d known

That in sadness was a room

Endless love

For repeating everything

For the direst parts of life

To come and live with me

Count your blessings

Move with the pack

Accept that it won’t be special

Bodies

All the things we’ll never know

All the miles I’ve walked

All the life I have seen alone

Desperate times

And their measures

Rely upon the hope of your child

For your own

Patiently to be replaced

A living thing

Every last one of the sad sun

A memory