USA Voiceless empathy falls on forgotten ears.
Speechless sorrow rises and then falls through swollen tears.
You were here - but that is the past. Days and nights with shadows, finally accepting that nothing is here to last. Walking softly down that strip alone, your strong hands securely fastened in your pocket - waiting for that chance to be unknown. I spent too many nights riding shot gun to your echoes in my mind. There was no release nor any shelter that I could find.