Bark Thickening

There is no learner's permit For the family meal Table slick with history Dribbling down our heels Sitting here, I wonder When we'll all be dead I'm not afraid to die, but I fear the things we'll leave unsaid I feel the bark thickening Slow, resilient Moments passing with an ache Like a phantom limb What am I supposed to do? I want to hear the parts of you That breathe when no one's In the room I feel the bark thickening Slow, resilient Moments passing with an ache Like a phantom limb I feel the bark thickening Slow, resilient Moments passing with an ache Like a phantom limb