Door shuts, tears flow
There is no way...

Sunday is fast approaching
and my heart will cry...

Here I sit
waiting for another email...

Hurt now, or hurt later
either way causes pain...

The fog rolls in
slowly swirling around...

Vivid oranges and reds
slowly dipping...

What do you see
when you look at me...

A spec of "dust"
Floats by and lingers...

How do I stop this racing
this beating of my heart...

I saw in you
a part of me...

Thunderous hooves have found the path again
Dust clouds soar and beasts pummel towards...

Purposeful steps
coming to an end...