My tired heart bobbing on the waves
At night in the dark between sheets
Tangled up like roots
Finding spots and scars
Naming them as we go
Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us
And now we’re drifting out over deep water
Hurt by the ways she’s different
Haunted in the ways she’s the same
And all these daunting new things
Adrift alone on the water
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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