The wear of the sun is ridges and valleys
Lines in the skin
Cracks in the dirt
Saturday's darling, where does it hurt.
The wear of the wind is bent and chapped
The tangle of hair
Bowing the trunk
Sweet midnight love, step out of your funk
The wear of the water is large and smooth
Softer than time
Slick water stone
Even when you're gone, you're not alone.