Summer Storms/Winter Leaves - Xerxes

I can hear your voice

It’s like a siren repeating

«These walls are waterlogged with the weight of a childhood

The secrets we keep in the drawers of our dressers

We slept in beds that were broken in half

Rearranged while we dreamed of windows caving

To the pressure from the storms the summers would bring

You’re like the leaves, staining portraits of your absence in the concrete

We walk the path wishing you’d return like the red season

We watched you leave

The air was cold then

Your breath made a map of your movement

It was an unsure cloud, as wandering as the words you locked inside it»

I would sink in that heat if it would take me like your arms

Make a grave for me, if you’d trace my epitaph from the shapes of the clouds

It’s this silence I’ve been walking through

I can’t see my reflection through

This season’s like an ocean, but it won’t let me drown

It’s too cold to breathe

But I can’t make the shape of a home through the fog in front of me