Waiting Forever For A word Or Two

I said I love you

but it blew away in the wind

i tried to reach for you

but the dream was too thin

you're an echo

an echo

a name i'll keep saying

as it blows away in the wind

We lost our radio connection at the bar. In a panic of silence i rummaged through the mop closet for CDs I had seen stashed a few years before. Finding just one, I have listened for days to Badlands,  a rendition of Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska. Covers of his songs by other artists are haunting. The sorrow is beautiful as I stock beer bins and empty my wine glass.

My thoughts fly everywhere, but never break free from you. You tether me to something. Someday and somewhere.