We’re not very good at parting-
Keep wandering side by side
Already the nightfall is starting
You’re thoughtful, while I remain quiet
We might step inside a church, heeding
Marriages, baptisms, wakes,
Go back out again, eyes never meeting…
Why is all in our lives a mistake?
Or we might on the trampled snow
Go and sit in the graveyard it covers
You’ll draw mansions on the ground below
Where we’ll always be with each other.