Would be a Rustle, but that seems too quiet
I always knew when something was bothering you, because whatever-it-was would vanish from your conversation.. Lately, this seems to be everything, and I feel ever-so-slightly like I need to justify what I do...
It's not so dusty lately and the evening house glows nicely
in the pinkness of evening
I wish you could see...
Perhaps you can...
