she would watch for you
while you were at
sea
tangled in the scratched
& forgotten mess of
CDs
you would leave past
the door

all that harmony
you were wishing for
plays in the back
of her head
& she becomes a
land-locked
siren
crying out in
melodies
for you to come
back home

the chaos has come to
collect her now
the dust surrounds in
thick black clouds
fueled by fury

& it creeps up her
spine
to whisper into her
ear
that all is lost to
Father Time
& she doesn't have a
prayer's chance
of ever keeping you
near