Published in Coweta Magazine
Standing here staring at you
My back against the driving rain
Not much to offer
Plenty to give
Empty hands to hold you up
And lift you to the sun again
Empty then full hidden then here
Empty then full hidden then here
Strength where there’s none
Hope was my gun
All those words get lost somewhere
But look in my eyes you’ll find my tell
Keep watching me
Keep watching
I’ll bring you home
My back breaks to carry you across
Over the rage and the loss
Over the space and the empty time
See past the wilds the forgotten and dark
See past the others and the broken hearts
Now it’s my turn to reach and pull you
Out of the sea into the new
Hope was my gun
Hope was my gun
Empty hand to hold you up
To hold you up to the sun again
To hold me up to the sun again