Sometimes
When the sky is clear
The stars spell out your name
Or maybe your face, turning away
From me
And meeting his instead.
And on darker nights,
A small ember and smoke
Is all I have to go on.

Sometimes
The crickets chirping your name
Is all I have to remember.
Smoke waters my eyes
And I thought I saw you
Waiting for me beyond the tree line.

Cars on country roads howl
To my teeth clicking in the cold.
It's easy to get lost in the nighttime
When your memory is all I have
To go on.

Constellations wink at me
And I breathe your name
Onto the window.
It fogs the line between tree and sky.
If I rubbed your name
Onto the glass
It'd just fade away before my eyes.

I never mean to write to you
But you find a way into the silence,
The spaces inbetween my words.
If I wrote you a song would it
Catch your ear
More than my poems do?
If anyone could play guitar
Would they woo you quite like his do?