she unraps a tootsie roll
as the sky fades to autumn
and bleeds into the trees
the dusk falls hard these days.

her knees kiss the dirt
and her hair, like muddy water
sweeps the leaves
so tears grow seeds on infertile land
everything's dying these days.

reaching at vacancy with broken bones
searching for assurance in denial
the rainbow rearranged itself
and she's been living in white
everyone's missing these days.

alone, the gory sky now smoky in grey,
she harmonizes sad songs from better days
oh, the dusk falls so hard these days.

(save the daylight)