Empty
The tears become understood,
swallowed
and protected.
Like a bag of bones,
owned,
rode,
and rejected.
The back of the truck,
dirt,
the windowpane,
ice.
The water cool
as they slide in right.
Years upon years
empty from the bag,
mystery,
history,
the devils dirty rags.
She watches close
bone after bone,
the love, the life
the angry, the old
empty into the lake,
until she dissipates,
evaporates,
becoming the crisp air you feel,
A sound in space.
She feels you here,
the broken,
the song.
The bones,
her vehicles,
plucked, heavy
and gone.
-HC
The tears become understood,
swallowed
and protected.
Like a bag of bones,
owned,
rode,
and rejected.
The back of the truck,
dirt,
the windowpane,
ice.
The water cool
as they slide in right.
Years upon years
empty from the bag,
mystery,
history,
the devils dirty rags.
She watches close
bone after bone,
the love, the life
the angry, the old
empty into the lake,
until she dissipates,
evaporates,
becoming the crisp air you feel,
A sound in space.
She feels you here,
the broken,
the song.
The bones,
her vehicles,
plucked, heavy
and gone.
-HC