Standing in a field.
Wind whipping naked body …
When no one responds.
Standing in a field.
Wind whipping naked body …
When no one responds.
Phone call interrupts
His tears and separation
From the one he loves.
Hours and days and weeks
Bring separation’s silence,
Stones that may stay there.
Sunrise without you,
Facing a new day alone
But time brings you back.
Raindrops fill the gray
Afternoon of late winter
While she misses you.
Dark of the morning
Seven hundred miles away
My soul seeking yours
Sometimes loneliness
With its sharp, shivering knife
Eviscerates me.
Smokers, partiers’
Hotel hall noise as my sleep
Falls into nightmares.
Not ready for love –
Why were you hiding from me?
Solitary bed.