Down Through

I walked down the hill

sluggishly and frail

the wind blew hard

hard on me

i imagined it your ghost white body

making love with me

i walked down the hill

found you crying at the window sill

there lies the bridge

of our lost dreams

i want to see it once more before i leave

i still feel the sting in my hand

from when i hit you

i keep you picture

tidy and safe in a shrine

and hope that in time

we'll have a house on the shore

that showers my soul

washes away the violence that

runs in my blood

drains the pain that i caused you

down through