You and I in Unison La Dispute

What will I find?
Some sacred thing to help me handle the tragedy?
Or did I once-Did I have it and lose it?

No one should ever have to walk through the fire alone
No one should ever have to brave that storm. No
Everybody needs someone or something

And when I sing, don’t I sing your name out
Right at the same time that I sing my own?

Some days I swear I can feel you splitting the light through the window frame
The shapes it makes are always warmer, always brighter than the rest of what comes through

Some days I swear I can hear you sing to me or whisper my name in the slightest way
It’s like the warmest light now laid across my bedroom floor is somehow actually you and not just sunlight

I have the memory climb down the balcony
I put a flower on the back of its dress
It’s probably best to forget it
It’s probably best to let go
I paint it the shade of where the skin and the lip meet
Only a moment after breaking the kiss. And
I blur out everything else
That’s how I choose to remember it