The first of March faltered like an ache and the hours blurred together in the grey*
She didn't change the sheets or make the bed, just put her cheek where he once lay.
She curled up in the hollow where his skin left a faint trace of mint and leaf, where the cotton held him captive and where she'd watched him sleep.
Some people move through our lives and then they're gone like the morning rain.
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change.
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast.
Some forever haunt you like a ghost.
February stole more than the snow, bringing early spring to Baltimore.
She was surprised to see him after all those years of leaving out the alley door.
This time would be different, he swore it with the rapture of a baptized man.
His words undressed her loneliness with a gospel built on sand.
Some people move through our lives and then they're gone like the morning rain.
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change.
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast.
Some forever haunt you like a ghost.
Oh my love, stay.
Oh my love, I can wait.
Some people move through our lives and then they're gone like the morning rain.
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change.
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast.
Some forever haunt you like a ghost.