Charade charade
Name of the game
I’m tired of playing
I should have stayed
Back in the house
With all of my doubts
Opening doors
Figuring outs
Lost lost
Your highway to cross
Headlights find heartache
The first in the frost
Looking down the stairs and through the floor into the basement for the lonely one
Chameleon
Listening for the motor heard you swimming in the water and I knew that song
Meant you were gone
Creak creak
Dark running deep
I’m hearing voices
Nobody speak
20 below
Too cold to snow
Too low to cry
Too late to go
Home home
Where I hang my heart
Out on the line
Just to make art
Looking out the door beyond the frame across the field and through the moving car
Your reservoir
Listening for the motor skipping stones across the water when the night turned on
And you were gone
