"Where the blue of the night
meets the gold light of day
I know someone waits for me."
-Jason Molina
poem: he doesn't come home at night anymore
he keeps her up at night
thinking about their lives together
what together?
is he with someone?
is he alone?
is he drunk?
is he sprawled out somewhere on the pavement
or sheltering under an overpass?
the sounds of freeway cars overhead
rumbling is his
deafened ears
a lullaby
to sooth him
to sleep
only giving a passing thought
to the one
who waits for him
in his bed
under sheets
that are more comfortable
than concrete.
-krista
The gradient makes for the perfect backdrop to the bare branches. Agree with Donald - perfect match of words and image. What a heartbreaking tale about Jason Molina
