I’ve been staring across the yard to your house
I imagine pulling out the key you gave me, like old times,
Unlock the door and find October waiting
When I could tangle in your branches and hide from the autumn cold
And I cannot bear to unlatch the gate, or knock on your door
But it’s July, and your windows are dark like still water
But I’m waiting at the gate, if you open the door to see me
If you leave your house to miss me, I’ll be right here waiting
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