Through

THROUGH (By Silvio Vinci) Two cups cooling by the sink, You ask me what I really think. I say the rain will pass by noon; You smile and let me change the tune. Your bare feet find the kitchen tiles, The radio slips between the dials. You catch a song we used to know And turn it up a little slow. Through— You always find a way through. Past the words I hide behind, Past the weather in my mind. Through— With the little things you do. When I have no words to choose, You leave room for silence too. We take the long way into town, The market stalls are closing down. You buy an orange for the walk And peel it slowly as we talk. You say we used to dance till three; I say my knees remember me. You take my hand beneath the trees— We still have half a dance in these. Through— You always find a way through. Past the words I hide behind, Past the weather in my mind. Through— With the little things you do. When I have no words to choose, You leave room for silence too. Some days we barely get it right, Two tired voices, one small light. You move your chair a little near; I find the words. You stay to hear. I’m learning how to reach you too. Past the things we can’t undo, There’s a morning coming through. Through— In the ordinary blue. Let the record reach the end; We can turn it round again. Turn it round again… Let the daylight through. Half a dance to go… And the afternoon with you.