half-open eyes scan the curve of the river, and half of the people get in cars
he thinks that half-truths are a tactic for holding, and you think the sky is just stars
and maybe he knows how to keep you from freezing, but winter is only one day
 
all of these moments are water for engines, or words we're pretending to hear
I'm counting your pictures, you're watching his breathing, and neither of us asked for this year
and maybe you can't take a breath without moving, but I know its three other names
 
I circle past an eddy of bridges, and you are a map of the dark
in a city that dreams of warm sun and cold water, I'm standing alone in a park
he'll wake in a moment, I'll wait one more season, and the river will take us away