Niyah!

The taste of dirt so sly

you look in the mirror and wonder why

the same seasons and thundering skies

the muck splattered on my days

You warn me

The mirth in my eyes you can see

And then you let me

Touch you

You were less than a stranger

You left in such hurry

I didn't think to wish you luck

It would be better living backwards

With a bruised memory like mine

I get surprises in the past

Even they wouldn't last

I am guessing

I don't know

I want more when I am denied