where is the trumpet?
where is the trumpet
when you said it would
play so loudly
I would awaken
and see the road widen ahead
when the sky color would reflect yours
send me those words of yours
the ones that you keep wrapping and hiding
in that dark place by your bed
let me sort through them like pennies
save the rare ones for my growing collections
whisper to me again
like when I was lost by the brook
and you asked me why I had forgotten
and I told you that I really never knew
and you held my hand
and said it was ok
