sent scrambling
to find love -broken
in all places
stranger’s faces
have i not given you
all of me, you let it go
while i held on tight
this fear held over
you promised did you not?
i recall
nights turn to morning
and your not there
empty arms fly
so i wander new mexico
where magic and beauty
entice this dreary soul
away from you
where did we go anyhow?
