It was a long time coming
The dream in my mind
The picture of a life lost
The words formed inside
Where ideas grow
I stood where she left
A whisper faint in the air
Of a town where I died
Before I could live
I cried for her eyes
For the touch
For the scream of her rage
For the lies
I hid
for the hate
I loved
Down by the lake
I swam naked
Among the weeds
Caught in her faded
Hold of life
Francis McGivney
Haven’t a clue what it’s about