A Better Man’s sound of

the unlocking, the lift away-

Has the strangest way of starting off my day

A tear in the eye

Fever pressing to play my old oak.

Fix those strings, finish that song

drive up north to that cabin

Lost ‘mongst the woods

Sitting still life painting by the lake

(I dreamt she’d meet me there)

My old 89’ skids heavy

Across the unpaved path.

Hands shaking, fumbling for my keys

I open the cracking cedar door…

Glasses on

Her books; a paperbackblanket across the floor

She’d look up to meet me

Crook her head, smile softly

“how lovely, you found me.”