She folds her arms up nicely
Lays them down upon the table
Wipes her mouth off as she
Tries to find another word for love

She hangs her skin up by the
Window looks to see that all the
Doors are open
Then she sits alone and
Wonders where you've gone

I counted your lingering
I counted time between thunder and lightning
I counted into silence, counted chickens, counted sheep
Counted 1001, 1002, 1003, 1004, 1005, 1006, 1007, ...

Upstairs she hears the space
Between the words you never said
She licks the tiny stone she gave herself and
Swallows all her worry
Won't you leave forever, won't you leave
For good?