Remains

They wrote their love on trees
A love to last beyond themselves
Blurring the boundaries
Between yesterday night
Hands within hands
With diamonds on fingers
An avalanche of aftermaths
Falling like leaves in autumn time
A run in the woods
An uncovering of words
Slipped on landslides
A deer frozen
In the lights
Freezing all these stories
Into snowflakes, intertwining
And the tree still remains.

The road through

We’ve all got strings
Being played
How did I know
It would end this way?
Bust a lip with black eyes
Broken nose
Packs of ice
Resting on my bones
Till another fight

When will my strings
Be played right
Trying not to be a victim
But I’m feeling dark tonight
One drink for the road
This road I’m on
Mustn’t lose my grip
On the wheel, heading through
A town I know will never heal