She folds her arms up nicely   lays them down upon the table   wipes her mouth off as she   tries to find another word for love.   She hangs her skin up by the    window looks to see that all the   doors are open   then she sits alone and   wonders where you've gone.   I counted your lingering   I counted time between thunder   and lightning   I counted into silence, counted chickens,   counted sheep, counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7...   Upstairs she hears the space   between the words you never said   she licks the tiny stone she gave herself and swallows all her worry.   Won't you leave forever, won't you leave for good?