Oh there’s a hole in my chest
And a man in a velvet jacket
He prays in my father’s accent
Waking to a kinder sadness
on the floor of the airport chapel
to Mary’s empty arms
The body wasn’t made for this sort of placelessness
I check mine at the gate
wasn’t carved from the clay to be castaway
displaced till no places remain
I came to your eyes wide open
and apologize on impulse
Embarrassed to be seen by you
Your name is a kind of sadness
I will hold it on my tongue
There is safety in my quiet
I am helpless in my love
I will speak it only softly
The body wasn’t made for this sort of placelessness
Abandoned at the gate
Didn’t make with your own to grow strange like this
From the plane, I can see to your place
Didn’t claw at the gate to be damned like this
Your eyes, your hands, your face
Wasn’t carved from the crowd to just fadeaway
Till all that remains is a name
Your name is a far away place
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