i watch the objects form in cloudy skies

a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes

so i pound a shot down

punch

my arm and set up a new round

till me, myself and i cant concentrate

the clouds conspire to show me what i miss

hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss

her

the wind blows

drags her nose
through her forehead like a horn grows

the omen

clear but years too late
nova scotia's so damn cold yeah

i moved here to give her space

drinking stoli to kill my
theres not enough to lose her face
memory

she poisoned our hometown
so i moved a half a world away

where frozen

winter chokes the color
leaving black and white and gray