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DBright blue hydrangeas
GLost in the weeds D
Bus stops and barbed wire on the way to sGtare
At the heart of the earth from the PoasEm peak
Just like the ones that we grew back in JGersey Em
Hung upside down, drying out for the Gwedding
DThere's a man with his head in his hands on the Gsidewalk
DHis wife's there behind him just off of the Gstreet
DShe scratches his back as he sobs on the aGsphalt D
And what strikes me most is the sGymmetry
How they're framed just like Emyou and me
When the light from the hospital's eGastern wing
Tangles Emup in your hair and the sadness it pooled in my hGeart
Starts emptying sloGwly
WellD I C#msaw yBmou last niAght in my dGream
And there were hDydraC#mngeasBm whereA your face shouldG be D
The redwoods feel lonely and lunar and Gdistant D
The sun comes in fragments through breaks in the tGrees D
And I feel further from home than I've ever Gbeen
These thin lines of light across space tether you tGo me
They pull in my mEmemories, back to our apartment on 2Gnd Street
Through tEmhe South-facing window the light catches lengths of your Ghair
Like a path that you left me
Well DI sC#maw yoBmu last nAight in my dGream
But there were aDzalC#meas wheBmre your fAace should Gbe
Pieces of uD/Fs in the morningEm sun
Sleeping bags under theG 101
She takeD/Fs off his gEmlasses and she falls asleep again
They don't got much but goddamn they got lGove
WellD I C#msaw yBmou last nAight in my dGream G
I'm gonnaD marrC#my you uBmnderneath driAftwood from CrescentG City
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