A warm day working, hands torn apart, I’m stinging like sweat and tears.
Wildfire smoke falling from the sky, the sun is bleeding and screaming, its convulsions orange and wild.
You’re whispering to me aren’t you? I feel your practiced breath beating my neck at every pause.
It was always meant to go this way, you and me. I hear you best from a distance.
Your heart and mine are sharing a bench in some park with moss lined sidewalks.
Being total strangers has never been stranger.












