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Weathered
2025-06-09
If you do not leave me,
how will I miss you?
If you return right away,
how will I long for you?
Disappear for a year, my dear,
disappear for a year.
Forget the face and shadow you cast,
the earth will open its mouth for you.
Wherever you go, whoever you become,
I will see your image evermore,
in my mirror, you are strange lands
and cobblestones,
in search of fresh air.
And I can still see you now,
when I look past the horizon,
I see your weathered face.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
how will I miss you?
If you return right away,
how will I long for you?
Disappear for a year, my dear,
disappear for a year.
Forget the face and shadow you cast,
the earth will open its mouth for you.
Wherever you go, whoever you become,
I will see your image evermore,
in my mirror, you are strange lands
and cobblestones,
in search of fresh air.
And I can still see you now,
when I look past the horizon,
I see your weathered face.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
