Remembering a friendship, like a midnight walk through town. You see the taverns and the dark alleys.

You see the lost walking in tandem to a silent song. The rhythm of the walking wounded at the front, no relief in sight.

Will this night ever end?

It hasn’t rained in years, crops are dust now and the dust bowl is threatening.

Goodbye to scraps on the floor, goodbye to torn pants and shoes.

Goodbye to long days unable to leave the house… Goodbye.

There is an entrance, on the side of that old building which has been abandoned for years…

Will I be allowed inside?

There is a smile, eyes that are afire and lips so inviting…

Will I be allowed inside?

Remembering her scent, the candles in her room and her skin so hot to touch…

Come to me, let us lay side by side…

Walk with me through that dark alley, to the side of the abandoned building…with the door ajar…