Penelope

Don’t look at me and pause, give one of your sighs, seen those looks before, it's how I live now, not your interesting life, God you’re no pillow, all of those good causes, I was barely alive, so many conditional clauses, and all the time how, when you lived so right, you expected me to follow, it's how a story falls, about the way you cried, when I needed comfort, cold water brings no wows, warm easy cosy nights, you always carried a plough, never sailed on the tide.