The Memories of Us

Were you thinking of me
last night
on the roof top?
counting the stars
how many were
far and near
and the streets and the roads
rivers and valleys
that come between us
the days, the months,
the years
when you'll see me again.
all I can think of
is how the sharp wind
feels cold upon my skin
how the days' sun burns
and the nights treat me so bad.
how the dirt on my feet
leave my tracks behind
so that you may find me
someday.
were you thinking of me?
and the stars, and the months,
and days and roads
and years
when you will love me
again.

July 30, 2003