Between the boxes we wrestled.
Words do not come easy.
Mocking the stains on my spectacles.
Did it please you to tease me?
Some waves are bigger than others.
Some make you feel like a million bucks.
Riding the surf, looking out for each other.
Then the tide went out. You forgot.
That rainy night you looked troubled.
We spoke of years when tomorrow was a maybe.
I could not make out rain from tears.
Maybe it was a game and you played me.
On the night train I sat waiting.
A mountain range splendid, yet invisible to me.
Wish I could find a light switch. Adjust the brightness.
Waiting for the break of dawn
like a peasant for a highness.