Just Another Dear John Letter


Dear John, I dreamt about you again last night. Your muscles singing my hardened steel ringing a mountain endlessly caving in. And with each dawn's rising I find myself falling vanishing track signals our time is up once again. They say a man ain't nothin' but a man but we both know better so I'll wait for you tonight at the place where I confuse the sound of my breath with that of your hammer sucking wind. Will we ever meet, John? The terms do not matter. Forever wondering, which way your hammer points tonight.