Static Radio

Where the road ends and asphalt fades to dirt

down a winding path leading to the ends of earth

miles removed from the nearest habitation

seeking one final attempt at salvation

we settle in for the night and she’s fast asleep

but our memories I tend and keep

weaving threads inside my head

a tapestry of all the things we’ve done and said

attempting to connect to the past

living on the edge of yesterdays

as reception fades in and out

Motionless between sheets I listen to her breathe

fragmented memories forming a dream

distant lightning flashes outside a cracked window pane

and there’s a song on the radio amplifying my pain

a mournful soliloquy

a faceless voice scratching my soul

as white noise crackles through this receiver brain

Clinging to the static thinking contact can be regained

with all the experiences I loved the most

relive the moments that set us apart from all the others

surviving lover’s challenges somehow enduring

storm after storm after storm

but tomorrow she’ll be gone and I’ll remain

for I am the one struggling inside this storm

and she moved on long ago

condemning me to seek redemption on a hollow plane

two lovers separated by distance and time

and miles and miles of empty pain

Jan Marshall on my stereo echoing a lonesome night

these sad songs fading in and out