Irish Hour

We lost a yesterday
It was quick and quiet
We were watching Christmas movies
Somewhere outside Paris

And I didn't even hear it
A bookend of sorts
Standing over breakfast
In a holiday resort

Tried my best to lift you
We were stuck between two floors
Pacing in the stairwell
Haven't you been here before

And I didn't even notice
With all this time to kill
Let's go get your things
We'll lay them out along the window sill

In between
Washing machines
You lay down on the bed sheets
And I pretended not to see
The way you gripped the edges

And I never thought to ask
How you managed the rest
We were doing laundry
The night I knew you best

We lost a yesterday
It was quick and quiet
We were playing Irish Hour
Somewhere outside Paris