the things that i bought you

In the morning, through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulderblade
I could see what you were reading



All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth







In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared



All the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you



Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I found the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of you mother



On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom



In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window



In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing



All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see His face
In the morning in the window



All the glory when
He took our place
But He took my shoulders and He shook my face

And He takes and He takes and He takes





Sufjan Stevens. Brilliant in its sad loveliness. Golly.