The Wind Knows

The wind knows
Where you were standing
The wind knows
Which door you closed

The wind knows
The shape of empty
The wind knows
And I follow slow

I am keeping the house
I am keeping the hour
I am keeping the side of the bed
That used to be

The wind knows
And I do not ask
The wind knows
And I do not speak
There is nothing left to carry
There is only what I keep

The wind knows
The cup, the chair
The wind knows
The stairs you climbed

I am keeping the house
I am keeping the hour
I am keeping the side of the bed
That used to be

The wind knows
And I do not ask
The wind knows
And I do not speak
There is nothing left to carry
There is only what I keep

Some grief is not for telling
Some grief is the room itself
Some grief is the shape of weather
And the weather is a guest

The wind knows
The wind knows
The wind knows