Sounds like it’s gonna rain machines
just when this felt home...
continued to be winter-a-crying-gray.
How could I
change that life?
Now somewhere around here
I’m biting into the awful...
I’ve been meaning to tell you...
there is this piano inside my head that
plays to semi-memories of
an old lover and with room for more.
Was I escaping this much?
Something within me
whistles imagining itself-mermaid,
but I said goodbye
near many moons and sunsets.
It all stayed behind
and I kept going-going,
climbing and crossing
to decipher the long-ago-song;
the message beneath the message,