Shy Women - The Weather Station

Shy women, you and I

Shy, from knowing too well

Every time, as though it were mine

The bitterness that you hide so well

I say nothing at all, thinking of your pride

And I tell you that you look well, and you roll your eyes

And laugh, and we sit down together

By the window, talking about the weather

I should have told you, you looked so alive

Elegant in the low sunlight

Shoulders wide, as though in readiness to fight

Something, you never even touch

Never ask for too much

No, you can get by on almost nothing

You and I, forever bluffing

And ever so kind, shy women, shy

Ice on the trees since New Years Eve

Coming down in white sheets

All white power lines, swaying high and heavy

You were staring out, your eyes real straight

Like nothing touches you these days

It seemed to me that luxury would be to be not so ashamed

Not to look away

Even this, even this heaviness

Deserved no less than to always confess

Every false smile

To every loneliness, there’s a design

That we witness, you and I, shy women, shy