When tears run from her eyes
Talk of taking her life
Tired and grizzled.
We set and stare at the rain
Down at 211 NW Davis there’s a message
You could have been anyone
There’s no time when you’re blown away
When tears run from her eyes
Softly she speaks
Listening, I listen
When she leaves, she leaves nothing at all
Cupping her hand in mine, she smiles
She walks away.
I go back to work all twisted up.
I love you man.
Well, I love you too man…
How is leaving in the Twin cities?
just when i start missing the poet you there you are again…