iii.

His Song

a voice
shines

four-hundred miles away,
but i feel the glistening ripples of sound in my ears

a song;
he sings a song of cloudy eyes & last good-byes,
of misty crying skies & betraying lies
and with the sunrise & a sad demise
the false fire of love that slowly dies
and he cries

four-hundred miles away,
but i feel the teardrops slither on my own cheeks

the words fill my head;
"forever," "someday," - "never," "one day;"

a song;
he sings a song of cloudy eyes & last good-byes,
of misty crying skies & betraying lies
and with the sunrise & a sad demise
the false fire of love that slowly dies
and he cries

four-hundred miles away,
and i'm secretly thinking, the song
sounds just like what i would write