Charade

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