Wind full of smells 

And far-away places 

The last thing I said 

Are you sure you can take this? 



Hands fold together 

She says no 

Don’t turn your head 

No don’t just go 



I’m here in your yard 

And it’s getting colder 

You’re making it hard 

She smiled when she told me 



Life on the wing 

Like a lot of things 

Would be better if we didn’t try 

I tried 

Like I was walking out in your garden 



Or am I just being foolish 

Or am I just being hopefully yours