a new daze
crunching leaves
die screamingly under my feet
emerging
(my body)
from under unkown tunnels
solemn girl
in your favorite coat
finding your memory
as her hand rests
in her glove.
with each new pipe dream
of new places and parks with you
i drift into my own solitude
and the insistent
“crunch, crunch, crunch”
echoes stories
about us