A Frame. A Light - Kardashev

Breath held by the door on damp-dust window sills

Be awake, no, I can’t, I can

The silence tells the truth, why did I wait?

Be awake, no, I can’t, I can

Grey from cinder

Kiln words in the fire

Grey from cinder

Kiln words in the fire

Alone

Across from me, an empty frame

But light against the wall

Your light against the wall

Come home to me, come home to me

Your light against the wall

Your light against the wall

So long ago

So long ago

So long ago (Come home to me, come home to me)

So long ago (Come home to me, come home to me)

Behind me

Behind me