A dispatch from the icy mist
Two rosy cheeks that I once kissed
You'll see me go
My head's already out the door
Thinking a month out maybe more
And few would follow
Somewhere a violin bows and a rock a rolled
Prison boxing got to me
The toughest fights you rarely see
Beyond the bars
And all the fists and gloves
A cruising waits with eyes swelled shut
And look at them
No one wins
Till my friends say
"how are you? It's been too many years."
And I say, with purity and candor
"I've missed you."
So bring your poppies home to us
Forget the roses, bu*tercup
There'll be no need
We'll plant on robot row and promise in the ground below
That there will be more
So swing wide the doors
And not yet bury that I'm ready for
I won't press you in a book
A flat brown shell of what you were
I'll never need another look
Cause I'm not proud, I'm not ashamed
I'm not at risk of forgetting your name
You are unending
I found some peace in
And when my friends say
"how are you? It's been too many years."
And I say, with purity and candor
"I've missed you."