Focused on something outside the dusty glass
green eyes,
like a scrape on a new seed
thrown away as rotten
left to blister
and
come spring,
turn to soul.

Wild wind aches
stretches like moonlight
across the road.
The force of passing freight trains
rock the stalled car like a kiss.

You slept through the lightning
on the highway
and you swallow my eccentricities like a deep drink of ocean.

Every now and then, I miss who we used to be...