I'll Wait for You There Alone

On a cold wet afternoon in a room full of emptiness

by a freeway, I confessed I was lost in the pages

of a book full of death, reading how we die alone

and if we're good, laid to rest anywhere we wanna go.

In your house, I long to be. Room by room, patiently.

I'll wait for you there like a stone. I'll wait for you

there, alone. On my death bed, I will pray

to the gods and the angels, to the pagans or anyone