I thought about him today again
as I was
driving,
the narrow, curving road end-
lessly winding
Four years ago this
Christmas
he died
too young for it to be
ok
if death's ever
ok,
Ok,
he doesn't come into my
mind much
anymore, I
admit
but when he does,
it's drilling
it's piercing.
it's a hammer to a nail
incessantly
pounding,
god
when the road is long
when my engine's overheating
when I have spent a morning under
a raging, August sun
painting,
He will always cross my mind because
the sun held him so tightly and then
it wouldn't let him go.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
I thought about him today again
as I was
driving,
the narrow, curving road end-
lessly winding
Four years ago this
Christmas
he died
too young for it to be
ok
if death's ever
ok,
Ok,
he doesn't come into my
mind much
anymore, I
admit
but when he does,
it's drilling
it's piercing.
it's a hammer to a nail
incessantly
pounding,
god
when the road is long
when my engine's overheating
when I have spent a morning under
a raging, August sun
painting,
He will always cross my mind because
the sun held him so tightly and then
it wouldn't let him go.