The Soft Season - Hookworms

It’s nearly a whole year since we spoke

I’m sorry I couldn’t see you

I’m glad you’re feeling safe and

I’m glad you’re coping

I’m sorry if the world has hurt your feelings

It’s hard to see a name you know

It’s hard to find a way to see us letting go

I’m empty and ashamed

I’m floating down a drain

And I miss all your habits

And I miss when you said you’re leaving

You’re hiding from your face, you know

To see you on your face, you know

Desire

Can hide it from your face, you know

To see it on your face, you know

Desire

Hey, I was torn

Honored by you, honored by a metaphor

Peeling out and high in the reasons you’re worth knowing

I’m glad we had that soft, soft season

I’m hiding from a face I know

See it on your face, I know

Desire

Can hide it from a face, I know

To see it on your face, I know

Desire