I look out the screen of the door. I feel the heat...
I have walked out in the sun. Feeling its breath...

Whispers
Whispers...

There are times when everything
feels like it never changed...

I kissed you goodbye this morning,
as you slept away your last dream...

There are flowers in the vase.
Rare, black roses...

You lay there, in our bed, asleep,
just breathing the way you do...

My love, my love.
I just can't get through a day...

Noise, noise, noise.
Sounds from everything, and anything...

Sometimes, I see things in the mist of memories...
Things come to me in the mist, like shadows, back...

The kiss was wet.
And somehow painful...

Smoke, bitter sweet, fills my lungs.
Thunder, rolling and creeping, shakes...

My mother gave me a gift the other day.
A big old bundle she pointed to...