Write Something in the Air

(PR446)

 

Just come from visiting you

I wipe my eye

 

I wave good-bye.

My hand lingers in the air

 

My finger pointing

(Not to blame anyone)

 

It’s wet

Cool on one side

 

A certain moisture tells me

Which way the wind is blowing

 

My finger sways drunkenly

Trying to write something in the air