I had thought it might start like this
Failing light made the rain
Fermentation carved shadows into my eyes
We were watching, but it was only one
The rhythm was lost in the music
On the day not cold enough to dry
Half hearts court quarter negatives
As your kindness wasted away in film
I sought to refresh my memory
On the swamps across the street from the dairy
With the smell that confirmed each fright
Muscular trucks seek to prove a point
How close we were
When neither wanted
What the other had to give
Roman Ryan 