And looked out through the letters into what's left of my journey
At some points I had passed the hills, not too steep to climb
I must have closed my eyes as the rivers wound their way around
But I sank deep into my seat, the constant rattling reminded me
That I had a place to be, and that drowning my knees in half-shallow water
Could do nothing but hold me back.
And then, when it was my time to leave, I took my chains
And brought them with me. I shook them, a wailing version of binded bells
A call to a sermon that no-one heard.
I sat on the pews
As my breath became foggy, and then faded fast
I could feel the etched names under my fingers,
Boredom on the boards
Letters to no-one
I feel the same.
Looking up towards that tainted light.
I could see in colour.
But everything was too painted.
And still I long for the way you shone
Like no other.
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