for those who’ve taken the blows of life
the white leather couch of memory
resembles a long forgotten
soft landing of safety
even when replacing
someone missed
wrapped arms offer unconditional love
kept a secret, broken in 00s
enticing with sound wonders
behind a palace of glass
nearly revealing an old promise
of unspoken trust
vanquished temptation
trackmarks of sorrow
framed in a black and white picture
hanging on the wall
sheltering decades long feelings
still standing, still performing
still carry on living
from a night of much
after lights fading on the hallway
one step of a time
hands reaching almost too far
to the present where bliss
is for one
and a web of dark green to the other
now, so, so far from being upstanding
the trail of a hurricane moved east
away from field recordings
and streams of car lights
hidden from the wife and boys
with a perfect fifth girl
who never missed a chord
from here, it all seems disastrous
such a waste, my love
