The Days Disintegrating

I leave the window cracked at night

So I can hear those big trucks racing

They're carrying your body into the night

Carried your body once myself

Or it just my imagination

A little rise and a hesitation

And you were gone

I keep awaiting your return

I keep looking out the window

Peering into deep snow to see your shape

I hear your name upon the wind

I am not wise but I am older

Some quiet energy takes over

Take over me

I put my head into my heads

You are a faded golden portrait

I thought you had a heart that never would quit

But I was wrong

Of course I live where you belong

The hardest part has always been the waiting

Watching the days disintegrating

I think of you.