Your hands, which waved goodbye, now ask for a second chance. But the wind seldom brings people back the way they were, after their eyes have glimpsed God's face, their souls scooped out of their bodies and put back. I can never understand you completely. All those years I pretended to let you pull me into your dark water, I was only swimming in the shallows. Now the trees are singing of your homecoming, as a different person, a tattered stuffed dog whose tears are all stitched up.