I mistook the breeze for a car in passing
your back is turned, shoulder blades
cutting through shoulder blades
cutting through shoulder blades until
yours are the only ones I see
The car never came
your back is turned, shoulder blades
cutting through shoulder blades
cutting through
me

I mistook the breeze for a sandstorm
the pavement for a desert
must this be how a
wasteland feels?
dust crawling in
dust crawling out
you seeping in
you seeping out
until I am no more than dust to dust to dust
until I am no more to you