Bristles brush together,
As wind softly blows
I am jealous of the touch they feel

A wondering mind,
Full of Love, left alone in waiting.
It's hard to let go
But not let go of love.
Missing you is natural to me,
My caring concrete
Cemented into my soul.
Full of anticipation, anxiety
But I've learned to gain control
Tired of this dull feeling
I felt the time to change

So much do I wonder about you
Your feeling, your thoughts
You feel so far, yet so near
Untold adventures left in fog
Wondering if one day it might clear
So much left understood
I feel determined to see you again
But I feel the distance you keep
And I wish it wasn't so

You see and then connect
From rebound to rebound, it’s all in your head
these broken souls, and misfortunate events
are completely suppressed, once you take them to bed
trapped in a body of sinful debt
the beast accepts weak minds, cash and credit
The walk of shame has evolved into respect
Pictures of every person that has touched your lips
crowds your newsfeed
just like your esteem
Because a connection now is nothing more than
false affection, redirection, and copious rejection

The noise of Fall is deafening.
Tie your shoes and grab your coat.
You shouted 'til your throat was sore.
I watched the seasons
          change from where I stood
          in piling snow.

Listen, friend: I've got a few bucks
and some reasons in one fist.
In the other, got some memories
          and the lining
of my pocket in a grip.

Do you wanna fight the cold off
               with me
          and a couple drinks?
I'm thinking one good weekend
and a friendly face could save this.
Blame this time that's piled between us,
               blame the
     deep snow as we sink.
Call me up and maybe we could
scan the skyline, eyes unblinking.

And I know it's been a long time.
Bills tied hands, time clocks grabbed throats.
You've floated, changing hue on wind
gusting. I'm a name
             you half forgot
          ****** in the snow.

And I'll be gone come Spring time,
with my lowbrow jokes; my crude reminders
of the sharp angles
          of the letters I use
          to spell my name.