I

More than anything
I wish for music, to sooth
This aching within-

II

She sat there frozen
Bewildered that i should know
Mouths being sewn closed.

III

I feel if I come
And watch your moving truck load
I surely shall frown.

IV

This week has been long
The sense of being pulled down
Under a rip tide.

I am making up
For all the lost time and words
All of it spilled now.

Almost gone you are
Your trucks rolling down routes
You'll make children soon.

There are floods outside
Google forgot my password
How seldom I'm here

Been sucking cough drops
Ignoring emails and phone
Must get prescription.

To making wishes
To beautiful songs
To remembering tearful beauty.