Rough, old winds drummed against
The side of our shack, our lean-to home
Barely dead rain dampened our spirits –
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile.
Bitingly blue memories scream at me –
Why are you no longer here with me?!
Under the blackness of the hanging wet –
You set fire to my eyes and I haven’t been able to think since
The sighing road leads hesitantly to where you are –
Gave all our things to the man in a headlock
Winds push against the yawning of the sky –
I WILL get to where you are.