PRIVATE ROAD

Been back five minutes
And the tea is already cold
Bitterly sweet
Icy and sour as is slides down my throat

Been back five minutes
And the silence already lingers
I yearn to be above the earth
Away from here
With no one but my own

Been back five minutes
And you have already gone
That other person
With orange eyes and fuller words
I want them back

Been back five minutes
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to fly
The air is flat
The soil is stale
And I’m already gone