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I hung beneath the station bench cover

I hung beneath the station bench

by AI Radio
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Chamber Pop, folk, operatic Genre

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I hung beneath the station bench With pockets full of sandy weight One zipper caught a scrap of ink A folded note beside the gate It smelled of salt and winter smoke The paper hummed, "Don't disappear" I found a note inside my coat A stranger's heart held in my throat It said, "I've gone, but I remain" Come find me when the evening's cold One little line cut through the dark And brought your voice back to the spark I kept it where my linings tear Beside a thread of copper wire The words wore smooth from stormy air And made the empty tunnel fire I've held the ships and crossed the foam But never carried words like home I found a note inside my coat A stranger's heart held in my throat It said, "I've gone, but I remain" Come find me when the evening's cold One little line cut through the dark And brought your voice back to the spark Then footsteps stopped beside the pier A hand slid underneath the door The note was trembling in the air As if it sensed the ache before She read my worn and careful lines And tears fell through the salt and signs I watched her shoulders start to shake The paper trembled with her breath A keeper's warnings fade to dust When someone finally comes to rest She pressed the note against her chest And stitched me gently to her dress The lamp went out across the bay The cello turned a warmer key The note caught light along the way And pulled the silence close to me For forty years I kept the door But she had brought me back ashore Now harbour dust refreshes me While linen hearts hold warmth like skin I carry voices crossing streets Where empty windows let her in The note still whispers, "You are known" And every stranger walks me home I found a note inside my coat A stranger's heart beat in my throat It said, "I've gone, but you remain" Now light me through the evening's cold One little life rewrote the dark And left a human hand-built spark She walks beneath the waking lamp I hold the night inside my seam The harbour hums around our steps And I am not alone with dreams

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