on the wind

When I'm gone

My thoughts will blow away

A fog floating over the city

Lingering on the breath

Of sidewalk hoppers

Turning cheeks rosy red

The particular way I said

Your name in my mouth

A second helping of sugar

Spilling on the counter

The cold light of morning

Painting stripes on the bed

Spiderwebs on the shed

Springing up in new corners

It hovers in the fog

Ready to dissolve into space

Until the huddled coats

And wringing hands

Breathe it all the way in

I'm not really quite gone

Not to them