By the time you think of a name,
Roses will rise and lower in a cathartic gloom
Would you know? What you had wanted?
How you throned yourself in an empty room?
I am traveling tonight
Womanly and sharp gutted
Accurate and solemn
I could tell you about the storm, but you are a child
Soft and quick, eagerly elbowing all that comes
In your way
I could tell you about the storm or shield you.
Would you dare throw me under the rug?
The clock is running like she will miss her man
I am daydreaming
Again.