Weird Divide — The Shins

Several days a month you made

The mile to my house,

And had me do a stroll with you.

Far below a furry moon

Our purposes crossed

The weird divide

Between our kinds

The silver leaves of ailing trees

Took flights as we passed so long ago

But a short time i know.

It pleases me this memory

Has swollen up with age.

Even time can do

Good things to you.