The War Cry
I am the glass vase you forgot to fill
With flowers last week. So let me be cold,
Let me be beautiful. Let me be clear.
I am the drawer you left open in your
Rush out the door. So let me be misplaced,
Let me be forgotten. Let me be clear.
I am the trash you will take out with the
Setting sun. So let me be soft and still,
Let me sleep through time. Let me wait for you.