dust in my face

and then the sign read
so is this the way?
but how could i say
while my heart still bled?

i saw a dead mouse
on the dusty stone
turning to white bone
outside his house

underneath the blue
and the overhead sun
walking i can't run
i turned to you

our gravel stair
downhill all morning
without warning
we began to share

your coffee eye
stirring your smile
rests for a little while
before your goodbye

separate at noon
the dust in my face
slowing the pace
but i'm leaving too soon

one turns left one right
no answers being found
down on shifting ground
up late all night

the sign read
a table for one or two?
but are you who
i thought you said?