Twenty two years and a loss that seems like forever is,
coming on strong with the wind
seems more ready than I
He took the fastest road
That he knew of to get me
Back where I hailed from
I give but I don't give enough
and I didn't give him anything
but watery blue eyes
and
weak hands on
the steering wheel
of his white work truck
and I'd like to think that I'm better off without
the dirt in my mouth,
but I am constantly raging and he is courageous just
to take me out,
of this place that isn't a
home or a
house, or
beautiful, now.
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