Carry out is really about the end of a relationship and how
that can affect your thoughts.
Carry
out
The streets wind and weave
begging me to roam,
daylight calls to me but it’s
evening that takes me home,
back to the fiery crackle of
the logs upon our hearth,
back to the U-haul van sitting upon
our curb
There are enough memories left
to bury so I might
not make it out, tonight the
rain clouds gather
and tonight these wounds begin
to hurt
When you are thought to me,
when you are some
distant figment that rests like
violets around our deck,
it’s I these songs speak of, it’s
I they’ll carry out,
past the foyer, past the window
that opens on your
pile of clothes that sit
beneath our transistor radio.
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