

You left the kettle by the
window
Steam had silvered every pane
I found your scarf beside the
doorway Still carrying the smell of
rain
Across the pass,
the cold wind turns The old
road keeps the marks of wheels
I hold the match,
the dry wood burns And ask
the dark what morning heals
Come back by the mountain water
Come back before the almond blooms
I kept a place beside the
fire
I kept your name inside this
room
A wooden bowl,
a chipped blue handle
Two copper coins beneath the bed
The village dogs begin their calling
As winter loosens from the bed
Across the pass,
the cold wind turns The old
road keeps the marks of wheels
I hold the match,
the dry wood burns And ask
the dark what morning heals Come
back by the mountain water
Come back before the almond blooms
I kept a place beside the
fire I kept your name inside
this room
If the road has taken everything
Leave one stone beside the gate
I will know the shape and
weight of it I will know
you were not late
Come back by the mountain water
Come back before the almond blooms
I kept a place beside the
fire I kept your name inside
this room
Come back while the coals are
breathing
Come back while the hills are
blue
I kept a place beside the
fire
I kept the door unlatched for
you
The kettle cools beside the window
The first bird calls beyond the
roof