Dust

You were eating dust

From the palm of the air

Trying to catch up to what

You thought was happening out there

How many times

Will I have to recognize

There are no timelines?

You were seeing blood

Dripping onto the earth

Anointed by the loss, it was

An almost impossible hurt

How many times

How many times

Will I have to recognize

Will I

There are no timelines?

Maybe in a movie

They'd be asking, "How's she doing?"

"Oh, she's looking so much better

Than the last time that you met her"

And quick cut to the country

Standing in the open doorway

Where I'm cradling a baby

And I'm stronger for the memory

Of every winter sunset

That I watched up at the train track

In the days after you left me

Broken heart and broken body

You were eating dust

From the palm of the air

You were eating dust