L.A.B.

Thoughts of you are
Still sprinkled through my day
They leave me floored
With a mouth full of
Red clay
Barely able to speak
They leave my phone dead
My pen dry
I wish
Wish wish
For fairy tale endings
Blurred skies and spring
Breezes
Days
when a passing
Car doesn't speak of
Days
best forgotten
No matter how good they
Were