This cobalt skylooming from my windowhere, there, I don’t know where.

from learned text and word of mouth Whether it be partial or complete, right or wrong

in spoken word or in lyrical song my wandering has come to an end. A few days ago I was with family.

Now, I am not A few days more

lest I remember, I will have forgot

that warmth, that belonging A few days more, a few days more,

everything in life is a few days more

or a few days before. She is running, through the park

and I sit here and nurse a cough, a cold, a heartache

a feeling that this too will end this time spent here. Leaving, and for once, never returning.