She folds her arms up nicelynlays them down upon the tablenwipes her mouth off as shentries to find another word for love.nShe hangs her skin up by the nwindow looks to see that all thendoors are opennthen she sits alone andnwonders where you've gone.nI counted your lingeringnI counted time between thundernand lightningnI counted into silence, counted chickens,ncounted sheep, counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7...nUpstairs she hears the spacenbetween the words you never saidnshe licks the tiny stone she gave herself and swallows all her worry.nWon't you leave forever, won't you leave for good?