she’s just a picture, and the reason feels so small

she, she’s just a picture
and the reason is so small

she and i, we could’ve built home

but she’s just a picture, and
four walls don’t make home
how i dream they could

how i day-dream and night-scream
for Mercy’s Song, to come tip my prideful chest
so that i can finally get on my knees, and beg
for mercy, in song

because though she’s just a picture
and her dimensions so small
she’s big! she only responds to song

how i loved that

how she loved song, and
smiled tall, and danced
corners away yet felt like home

how we curved and felt like song
she and i, we could’ve built home

how i walked away for what feels so small