April Longings

April Longings

In solitude she'd count the ways
I look upon this mirror's edge.
She'd say with narrowed eyes
I'd become my discontent.
She'd tell me "I'm a whisper",
She'd say to me "I'm dreaming.
I'm a dreamer, dreaming softly,
I never did this right,
Never saw it coming."
Night merges on the overpass,
Calling out to this concave, butane world.
It never mattered, anyway...
But she always made it out by her own way.