The wind weeps savage,

Long

Tears.

A memory – another life –

Dances behind my eyes when

I feel your ghost in my room.

I want you riding shotgun,

I want you with a shotgun,

I want you to feel me end.

Your desire drips

Down my sad face

And tries to ignite my heart

But my love is dead

And bitter

And caged.

I watch your face melting

In my dreams and

Nothing can change that fake reality.

I hold you in my private nowhere –

I watch it all come down –

Everytime I dare to dream or imagine.

Where did the time go,

And why did it take you from me?