The Way the Wind Blows

Blue bedroom

With west facing windows

Sunset regret

For the way the wind blows

Will I deny everything that's changed?

High plains, old pains I'm rediscovering

Crib sitting by you, home, listening to Joni Mitchell's Blue

After Sade, I put it away 'cause all I can hear is you

I'm better off

On my own

I am lonely

Heat wave, gray day

Do I have to go outside?

You walk eight blocks

Come over to say hi

You bring me a piece of dull green sea glass

Remiss, you insist, it's just a piece of trash

With one smooth syntax, we could go back to the way that we once were

Hollowed-out youth at Clark and Duluth, so much we have yet to learn

I'm better off

On my own

I am lonely

How can I hold both of those as true?

How can I still not be over you?

I'm better off

On my own

I am lonely