Summer Storms/Winter Leaves

I can hear your voice
 It's like a siren repeating
 "These walls are waterlogged with the weight of a childhood
 The secrets we keep in the drawers of our dressers
 We slept in beds that were broken in half
 Rearranged while we dreamed of windows caving
 To the pressure from the storms the summers would bring
 You're like the leaves, staining portraits of your absence in the concrete
 We walk the path wishing you'd return like the red season
 We watched you leave
 The air was cold then
 Your breath made a map of your movement
 It was an unsure cloud, as wandering as the words you locked inside it"
 I would sink in that heat if it would take me like your arms
 Make a grave for me, if you'd trace my epitaph from the shapes of the clouds
 It's this silence I've been walking through
 I can't see my reflection through
 This season's like an ocean, but it won't let me drown
 It's too cold to breathe
 But I can't make the shape of a home through the fog in front of me