Fingertips like a ghost, he whose soul you've longed to touch
A whisper in the light of mourning
No darkness.
The baby comes in crawling, a trail of spit leaves a path
Two soft cries in the distance.

He dances with you, a bell of laughter ringing in breathless air
The earth’s moon hears the telephone from miles away
She doesn't pick up though you reckon it's worth it.
Takes you home.

Twinkling bright eyes staring back at you
The day you learned everything, toes on cold pavement
Wished you hadn't.

It's waiting to ****** you when your smiles are erased
Placed with something new.