I’d unfold you if you were a blanket

And huddle you round my neck

Is it time we have

Or time we lose

Fading like a worried man’s muse.


I would hide you, if you were a paycheck

Wouldn’t spend you at all

It’s enough we have

Or enough to lose

All the pretty things for this.


I would hold you, in your health or sickness

Never let go of you

And the edge of me

Or the edge of you

Blurs beneath the weight of this