Once were lovers ...
these days
it’s all hollow dreams
and an empty dress

It happens ...
people change and end up
in unexpected places
and fragmented fairy tales
the sort that make
the sounds of sadness
like infections with no cure

She wonders…
if the body understands
these things
before you do
and if so, how?

She’s all heartwood now…
she knows too well
the echoes of discontent
she knows these days
it takes a lot to laugh

...only took a train to cry