There is dead air on the waves
And time starts and stops in the bathroom
The clock for just one minute reads right
Behind me excited four legged footfalls
Remind me of you
When I would turn the corner
See the porch light on
When a greeting at the door
Meant I was home
The day after you left us just alive
To fend off the disappearance of breath
So often your writings seem to touch on human interpersonal drama, and in such a powerful way.
ReplyDeleteHow did you know? Oh, yeah, it's not all about me is it? Love your words...
ReplyDeleteDan - it is the only thing i seem to draw on more to sort stuff out then anything.
ReplyDeleteDana - well i guess you might know who this is about, i smile.
you were there at the beginning my dear.