When We Bend, We Cave.
When the wind bent your back,
and I travelled east,
I didn't want to look back,
on bended knees.
I called every name I knew,
of every crow I met,
I swore to them I would be one,
with stone and soil.
But, I didn't speak your name -
not once!
I did sing it -
only once,
when I thought you were near.