Finn Goodwin-Bain - Last

This here is no race
This is a slow afternoon of low light
In the kitchen fixing coffee, stitching some wound
I'll be free of this pressure soon
This is not grieving
This is standing in the rain by choice
The pain of loss that lingers still
Raising a glass half-filled
In bed singing the morning song
Take my hand and just hold it
Keeping what we've been given in view
As we fumble our way through
Somewhere lies a dissonance
There it will remain
I caught a glimpse of how this whole thing breathes
Running my hand through the leaves

Written by:
Finn Goodwin-Bain

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