Liberazione

I am the cold ground
You are the hard rain
I don't know why… We can never complement each other
You're in your window
I'm on your driveway
We woke your father
I had to shout above the wind to reach you
This is my happy face
This is my laughter
I am the melancholy… Colic which hunches you over
Run like the hunted buck
Clenching your abdomen
I sometimes wheel like a vulture above your lame body
This is the last line
We're nearing the end now
Some of you will remember me but others won't