I walked in on the final set of the night
they were on stage, singing
and i was feeling alright
i was feeling like a dream had passed
and i awoke
tired and happy and alone

she was at home
curled in pillows and slumber

with each step i took
and each phone call i made
my cynical mind set me straight
and awake

finally
i caught a glimpse
through light
and glow
and night
blur and soft focus
grease
and lens and rain
and the pain in my heart
kept it beating
for the sake of
well
i have no idea

maybe kayaks in summer
maybe autumn drives
maybe sand and water and laughter

maybe toes and wine and kiss
maybe this

maybe heart
and ache
and beat
maybe hands and feet

maybe ice cold kiss
maybe longing
lawn mowers and pine

maybe flowers
hot showers
and the hours that fly like seconds
maybe the minutes that pass like days
maybe haze, fog, mist
maybe 32 year old mistress

maybe lust
held back by dust
maybe sex
held back by cheques

maybe dogs
and cats
and outside bats
flying down the chimney

maybe talks that open souls
maybe newborn babies
maybe long walks in the woods
maybe goods

maybe it was for nothing at all
maybe i should fall,
face down
flat to the pavements breast
and take rest
arrest
to the chest.

i always loved smiles
i always loved leaves
swinging in the trees
and branches hanging low
weighted with snow