The after thoughts of a broken compass
Passing time playing trumpets
Sipping wine grapes in buckets
Vineyard off the coast Nantucket 
She told me she didn't want me to meet her parents 
I don't know if it was fear or doubt or the look of my house 
The windows ache & moan the floorboards shake & groan & the spirits slip out of the walls 
Someone forgot there promise as yesterday gets lost in ones past