I watch you pick tomatoes from the garden
I watch you pour your coffee in the cup
I see the way your hands they look like flowers
A vine unfurled beneath the morning sun
You dust the shelves, put on a gospel record
You made me think that He could save me too
I wonder if you've ever really seen it
The magic that is made up of you
And don't you go
Celia, don't you go
Away
You look so different underneath fluorescents
I comb your hair, I paint your fingernails
I whisper I'm so sorry that I left you
You said it could have been me instead
And don't you go
Celia, don't you go
Away
And this part, the worst part
You're gone