I know the fabric’s flying
but I only see it still,
I know the lyrics fluently but
cannot sing at will,
I know the wood is shiny
but I sense the rot within,
I know our house is quiet
but I still can hear the bang,
I know the hugs and whispered words
will fade from day to day,
I know the paper with your face
will darken and erase,
I know all this yet here I am
standing at your feet,
I know, I know, I know, I know
but really, I don’t know.