I was looking at this picture of a woman
And my thoughts were, She’s wearing overalls
She exists, or has existed.  Her Body, her Soul
And there were words too
A familiar man spoke some tender sounds
I felt the reassuring reverb and felt like this is it
I know him somewhere
And this woman he knows too, but not me, not really
I’m shaped by him, his mind is glass
Letting all light, all dark pour in
And that feeling, overwhelming
too sacred for the words I’ve learned
speak to me, speak about her, and on behalf of us all
Something we cannot comprehend
The human ear hears not the whisperings of who he is
Each sound is a wave and it must crack upon uneven shores
Too much here
Something has left my life.