Still having nightmares
about the slow unwind
our conversations stuttered
blew the future far behind
I just didn’t have it in me
there were these cycles of change
spare but plentiful with
every working of the sun
and before we knew it time had slipped
to unknown and gone
I just didn’t know what to say
didn’t know how to make words equate
the dots were beyond connection
and I felt like I’d been born inside myself again,
winds went blowing and future tense went growing
much faster than you’d think and than that corn of season’s come
so once the gap stepped up
I just didn’t have it in me
and then some