Richmond

And when it rains I hope you remember
how much I loved it,
How you would laugh at my simplicity,
and give me all your charmed words.
You meant more than nothing,
but all I could give you wasn't enough
for me to mean something.

Sometimes feet just fall this way.

When the bus passes through your town
I feel your memory in my skin,
inviting me to experience what it's like to miss you.
I miss you, when it makes the least sense.
I look for your face in windows,
scarcely aware of the fact
that I wouldn't recognize you if were right under my nose.

Sometimes feet just fall this way.