Myriam Three

Will you be the same, a smile beneath cherry trees, each time we separate, the dollars and dimes, bottles stacked like wheat, when we sit drinking wine, now's a morning flame, not just my feet, that plays this tired game, No, I'm not fine, come back to me, don't give me that line, what does it take, a dawn novena, to have you here again, you smile like a wolverine, your body a litany, now should be our time, why can’t you remain, the sun lies uneven, traffic fills the lanes, I wait for the sea.