Sometimes - my head is a ton of little clouds
Exploding - each movement a struggle to breathe
This is when I remember you most - my hazel
Eyed bird of prey and prayer - how strange to
Sense you even as you hover miles over me
I hear colorado is nice - new mexico a gift
Of old dreams - it all made no sense how one
Moment I was in your arms and the next miles
And a life away - I have not heard any good of Alabama
Not for one like me but perhaps for you and what am
I now but another state left behind - still there are moments
When my head explodes into tiny clouds and I have nothing
But tears left in me