I walked away and grew old,
liver-thin skin and a dead dream unfolds
Longing for the simple sport
Of watching water stream out and up
Drive away in a beat-up lawn tractor
and say farewell to the antiques
that lay scattered around a home
Her name like ice
Chilling to the core
and the words fumble out out
each word worse than the one before…
Flesh rends and the clocks turn back
Sand washes like seas and
there’s no turning back
to the way the way the way
to the way the way away…