Relief
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat
Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been
Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Dark flowers bloom as
Small drops of rain release the
Incense of the earth