I Would Have Stolen You a Whole Orchestra - Stability Version

You carry all your weight tightly stretched across your face
Like evidence or proof that everything aged you
I measured steady breaths
Afraid of truth or of being rebuked
"What horrible things cling to you?"
I did not expect to get an answer at all
Or for you to let your guard down
But either a ghost or a sigh escaped you
Your color fled, though your resistance would not be moved
You said, "though you were given so much, little remains
Like a wound that will never heal
All that's left is to wait"