Lisa Mitchell Incomplete Lullaby

Like a turning head Like a second look Like a burning leaf of an open book Like a pounding sea Like a messy crime When your eyes first met with mine Like a broken word Like a tragic smile Like a thousand steps or a single mile Like a lonely chance Like a savage glow When you turned and said hello I was just about to call There were flowers on the ceiling You left me feeling Like a fading voice Like a closing door Like a dozen lies and a dozen more Like a twisted tongue Like distant bike