There was a time you’d break your legs just to lie where you felt safe. In the quiet of a film, in the comfort of my gaze. Now you hesitate to press your lips to anything you see for fear you’ll feel it in your veins and sink your roots too deep. This place I know, it built my bones. You can’t stay, but I can’t go. It raised my words, it set my tone. You know? I know you can’t stay as a plant and grow in just one place, or ever speak before you leave. And I know you can’t wait. Dig a grave, all alarms have got it out for me. Will we meet again? Will we be shaking hands? There was a time I’d break your legs just to bind you to my fate. And you would long for different scenes, but I’d write them all the same. I know cracked bells and washed out horns will sigh and watch you fade. And all alarms resound and sing. I don’t know. If you go, if you leave, know that I still love you more than love could mean, and I will make you love me.