Dustaway

Once we made plans
But only for one day
....kept the dust away

I still feel the feel of the sea in my throat
With sticks on the sand I wrote, a note:

We’ve got plans

Take one mis-step
A steep flight of stairs
And you could lose 5 years
To anger, pain and tears

I still feel the feel of the tube in my throat
The scar on my back was a note, she wrote:
Still have to make plans