Salt Year

17 years before,
I should have hauled off and kissed her
now I lace my wine with ginger,
just let my evenings pass

they pass, they pass, and they pass

She is whistling in a candy store,
and I’m just screaming in the dark here
I’m just choking down a salt year
when sugars all I”ve longed for,

all I’ve longed for, all I’ve longed for
try again

17 and there she stood, a photograph in my doorway
and I felt all my light leave me, my thoughts all tumbling under
tumbling under, tumbling under

After then my days resigned, to static and gray hair in soft cry
like a cracked crystal second hand wind chime
just clanging for a lover,

for a lover, for a lover
try again