The Man Who Isn't There

Look at the sky

It belonged to a guy

That I know

And I thought I forgot

Long ago

Look at the trees

Didn’t stop at the top

Not for him

Used to borrow the wind

For a walk

Look in his eyes for a dying flare

Look for the wind in his yellow hair

And pretend

You see the man

Who isn’t there

Look at the sea

Used to save all his waves

For hellos

Used to climb up

His highs, down his lows

Look at the birds

Used to flock as he walked

Through the street

Used to fly down

And march at his feet

Look in his eyes for a dying flare

Look for the wind in his yellow hair

And pretend

You see the man

Who isn’t there