Breaking down at the sight of a willow
Weeping gently, beside its sleeves
Tear stains on the side of the pillow
Incomplete, it suits me
Patiently, I bide my time
Physically, within firs of twine
I remind myself all that I know
Peace will come soon
Time to let go
And I know
I can't force it down
As I'm sat at the head of the table
I'm a good show
I'll make you all proud