From Far Away 

When the talk comes to a halt

You sweep in

A Southern wind

Blinding me for seconds at a time.

My feet lose sight of the ground

And I tumble around

In black empty space.

I’m never quite ready

Always above the line

So the doors have stayed ajar.

I had a lock that I meant to use

A rope to seal it

Did I lose both along the way?

You always had a way of slipping through the cracks

It had to be you

Tormenting me from far away.

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