Day by day, I sit and wait
I count the footsteps that I take
They haunt me, ticking down the hall
And every step catch as it falls
And fall in love as so, I must
But not so tender gentle lust
I count the syllables by hand
Some day some day, you'll understand
That numbers curse me as I breathe
Or follow me the words I weave
But honor, oh, what it would be
Together we rest so gently
That although time lacerates us part
I count the ticking of your heart