"I know you...
I know your movements
I know your name

Your face
yet unseen to me
I smile upon
and in my dreams
I see you smile back

And though your blood is your own
my life I could lay down
would lay down
if that day went cold

It's November now
and I prayed for a flight not in winter
but these are how the months were written
and it's just you and me now that Papa's gone

and til your breath is your own
I shall draw it for us both

the scent of these sheets
the curse of my breath
cinnamon and holly
and his cologne
on the sweater in the hall

And I become
as you become
anew with every tear
may you never see"