turn the dial, adjust
the time. i heard your voice
somewhere in the static.
and i could never find it
again; that song i loved
as it poured from the speakers.
the tune of your movements,
indexed in my memory. the fifth,
the seventh, the chords
are a paint by number
for me to follow you
through the static somewhere.
a cabin on a lake,
that bridge spanning the river.
the sound the wind made
as it passed through the steel,
pushing your hair in your face
for me to brush away.
but i can not find it,
the static fades
and the dial is touchy.
it’s 730 am,
time to wake up,
loveless again.