February

Sister’s gone,
a crown of red
You said I missed;
a mistake
In the dark,
I thought her you,
and shot

I hear your voice
calling me
from a calendar
anniversary

Wake up, empty head
Ringing bells
You said you heard her voice here
An eastern wind
on branches bare
No moon, no stars, no passing time

And all you ever wanted was my embrace
Rather you stay inside your hiding place

I hear your voice
calling me
from a calendar
anniversary
It’s February
You’re two years gone
and I am lost
I am lost
It’s February
I can feel your hand
and here I come
Here I come

You cannot hide yourself
I’m everywhere