Fort Wayne

Late in the night
masked in the cadence
of the road you told me
why this picture spoke of us
you'd sent it for a reason I knew
you said it was metaphor
for what we have.

Two souls rooted
on a precipice against
the cold blanket of suspicion
cast by those who don't understand.
Struggling to resist falling
into the abyss.

You called out to me from afar
resisting you is like resisting being.
I know you are waiting
each song on
the radio tells me your secrets.