Foggy Trees

Hope is a picture of me kneeling on your couch
In a dress like a feather with some red around my mouth
Pull me down; I'll sink here with the stupid little thought
You're so kind but if I see you I will see just how I'm not

This stretch of sidewalk always makes me think of you
And how the pressure in my head made it feel ok to move
Blackbirds in the branches, leaves all rustling and red;
You didn't sound that far away from the phone against my head

When the winter ends
I will see you once again
Bright as I can be