october wind, muted pain
dripping, dripping
red clots on the floorboards
i have no favourites, i really don’t
you claim
but in fine print
you always choose a few
when the ordeal was over
my parents went to pick up my clothes
and i never went back
to the longed warmness
in truth unexistent
a mirage
flying high
800 miles per hour
a vertical takeoff
thundering through the sky
nothing on land
mum and child
long gone
it’s life, i know
and your baby is grown up now
she found peace
and solace in dancing
whilst you still tour around
looking to find
a place to belong to
by the river you tried to settle
even if i’ve taken you out
sightseeing mason wonders
and see you soon
you whispered
on a rainy night embrace
with old songs holding us
so far,
restlessness and fear own
