Factor III - Tired
You walk out and silence gut-punches me.
Here I am again, alone in the dark;
Spirit shadows and inaudible conversation
Fill the heavy air and my heart.
Twenty hundred hours and its dark outside already,
Just like last year -
I swear it was this same day one past year
I stood in the dirt filling an empty grave.
Here still I sit in the same damned place,
Crumpling paperwork and sorting troubling thoughts.
I stare out the window into the darkness,
Snowflakes glistening in sunshine rays;
Icicles transform into spring blossoms,
Warmer air, a breeze on my face -
I slip back into fall's redemption,
Your soul in my hands, my tears on your face.