Waves pounding the shore
Driving on the mountainside in the rain
Canopy of grey clouds above
Misty mountains in the far distance
I miss our chats in the car
I’ll tell you more tonight
Passing down a long tree-lined road
Foresters Arms thronged with cars
At 2 p.m. in the incessant downpour
Early drinking to stay out of the wet
I’ll tell you more tonight
A squirrel scurries across the wet road
No sky holes between the trees, just a blanket of grey
No newspaper deliveries
No boats out of the harbour
June is the wettest month
I’ll tell you more tonight
Seafood pizza on a dark, wet night
Recalling those Frutti di Mare pizzas at Reno’s
Drinking red wine with the fire burning inside
Going out into the dark for a smoke
I’ll tell you more tonight
Moments that once were our now—
Now buried deep in time
Like now will become memory
I found one—a Valentine’s message
from years ago on an old cell phone
Enthralled by your black hair
and your tight-fitting white dress
I’ll tell you more tonight
More heavy rain in the night
The north-wester shakes the cottage
Feels like I’m spiraling in a whorl
On my own in the wet winter darkness
I’ll tell you all tonight
