Whether someone in another world had found my name,
You were the one who had held it
Softly, to speak on occasion
And that was what counted
At least in the mind that I thought with
When you left the room that I was living in
I had a hard time with this transition
So I waited for you every day at 4:39
But you never showed up so I had to sit there knitting
When you were sitting in my chair, I felt a knot in my stomach
So I told you to tell me what was wrong with me
It turned out to be a hangnail
Which you carefully removed with a pair of stethoscopes
Hung vicariously over a push-pin which the dog had pounded into the wall
And then I lived in passion and excitement again
Until you left the room I was living in
But then you came back and the birds chirped
Whether someone in another world had found my name,
You were the one who had held it
Softly, to speak on occasion
And that was what counted
At least in the mind that I thought with
When you left the room that I was living in
I had a hard time with this transition
So I waited for you every day at 4:39
But you never showed up so I had to sit there knitting
When you were sitting in my chair, I felt a knot in my stomach
So I told you to tell me what was wrong with me
It turned out to be a hangnail
Which you carefully removed with a pair of stethoscopes
Hung vicariously over a push-pin which the dog had pounded into the wall
And then I lived in passion and excitement again
Until you left the room I was living in
But then you came back and the birds chirped