I Would Have Stolen You A Whole Orchestra - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

You carry all your weight-

Tightly stretched across your face

Like evidence or proof that everything aged you

I measured steady breaths

(afraid of truth, or of being rebuked)

«what horrible things cling to you?»

I did not expect to get an answer at all

Or for your to let your guard down

But either a ghost or a sigh escaped you

Your color fled, though your resistance would not be moved

You said, «when you have given so much, so little remains

Like a wound that will never heal, all that’s left is to wait"