Sorrow For Two Voices

Thank you.

You held me around the square,

there,

as I began to think about spring as a kid.

Everything was warm and familiar.

It tasted like blueberry pies and

smelled like

rain on the ground.

There you were

not only around my ears

but around me

and again

I grabbed the guitar and

traded my bed for a pair of drums.

I have been

risen

ever since

inside of blues

and rock of

tender

glances.

There is nothing we can do.

We grew away and the wind carries our

bad thoughts

rather our

memories stay embedded in the heart.