When will I walk here again?
On this crispy gravel that my blood has spilt upon
That with my cuts have shared their sting
When will I feel this again?
The sharp poke of golden leaves
Raked into a mountain
And fallen like a kingdom
When will I see this again?
I favored the papery tree
Peeling cream sheets of bark
When will I smell this again?
The tang of York patties
The comforting scent of cigarette smoke
It lies in my veins now
When will I see you again?
The greif and ash in the folds of your skin
Your hand clasped around a warm tupperware of tonight's leftovers
Your foggy, yellowed glasses
And the hat I never see underneath
When will I hug you again?
Feel your denim clad arms encircle my growing waist
Feel your tears on my cheeks

For now I stroke your wedding ring
And ask myself questions