Resurrection

Something heavy came down, alright.

Through all the passion and all the anger and all the frustrating bleeding out drunken rage, I can tell you.  Without trying to bullshit you into believing or not believing in me (time will take care for that for me), I can tell you.

When the lightning rolls over the Uncompaghre and the last aching thunder goes past me, and when the waters roll on forever and ever into Mexico and into the air and into space and sometimes back down onto the land, when I lay here mightily drunk.

When the sun shines and I know yours does not.

I miss you.

That is all.

Maybe that’s enough.  I doubt it.