Coffee rings,
from cups shared over dreams we altered carelessly.
With each roasted sip of warmth consumed
they stained these pearl satin sheets once more.

My innocence tainted by your words,
                                   lies,
                                 and promises
                      (of a faraway place you said you would take me)


I'm left here floating with soft clay drying on my frantic clammy palms,
unfinished and without shape are the stars you left me hanging onto.

I'm left here following a trail of steps on this grainy fine path,
overgrown with weeping weeds are the eyes that watch me follow dust.
                                                                    

(lost and gone with the laughing wind)