About a SongA Poem by nomoonteaJust another patch.
So, he's running home. Still.
You know that feeling when you hear an old favorite.. Ran upon it this morning. Coffee in hand. And there it was. Big as life. And suddenly the wave comes over me and I'm way back home and it's 1970 something. It's a little bit sad. It's lonely. It's tired. And I can feel it, oh it's a tightening in my throat, and my body's lifting left to right like a weeping willow in an old abandoned lot somewhere in the West. He's running home. He's always running home. Of course there's a Woman there. And so many times I've been that woman. Waiting. © 2025 nomoontea |
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