it’s the lonesome sound
of the north wind outside
a mountain cabin
in a winter deep as forever
in an old fairy tale;
where a jilted lover hanged himself
one desperate christmas morning,
his feet swinging loose and free
in old sports socks from a used to be
a dollar store, threadbare at the heels
as the fabric of his life,
wrung out in its final spin.
it’s the lostness of a traveller
weary of new horizons and
hungry in his bones for home.
it’s the fierce and burning longing
that repossessed his soul.
Video is Shakey Graves’s ‘Wolfman Agenda’ from album Nobody’s Fool.