Texas

Wide open skies 

remind me 

that Texas sunsets 

bring me home 

promise?

little 

by little

you feel 

you are fading 

away 

the same

eyes 

not looking 

at you 

in the face

what is it?

what is it 

hun?

you stand there 

like i might have the answers 

like perhaps if you speak 

your woes

and I nod all the “I knows”

it will shine the light on 

the truth between the lines

in the other conversation 

we are not having— 

but it flows