home burial robert frost

there are the words you didn't hear
and the planes that fly too low
the ones you hook in the eye
with every stitch you tried to sew


there is every reason that your good for
and every reason i wished away
there is every word that pulled the trigger
and all the words i wished you'd say.


there was every second that came too late
and double takes you never took
there was every time you covered my eyes
and made sure i didn't look.


there was every cycle that came back around
and every time i wanted to run
there was every time i stayed up all night
and every day there was a new sun.


now is the time where its hot out at night
and you've almost got me just because


i wish i could stop being who i was