Fragments

Fragments of leaves,
chains, light,
fragments of red and brown,
and you are outtasight.

Pieces of me, left,
there,
some guitar riffs,
just tear
the air.

Fragments of life, of days
and nights,
snow covers the roofs,
wonder how we came to say it might.

Fragments of joy,
and a handful of dimes,
would like to give you a call,
don't know where to draw the line.

Fragments of winter,
pieces of us,
a cold draught, december,
you better go, before you miss the bus.