Pieces of You

I found a piece of you
on a soft Sunday afternoon
The sky dripped you on me
while the Brazos crooned
Like the fragrance
of a morning mist in early June
Then, with the morning mist
you drifted far from our room
I found a piece of you
on a lonely road
While struggling home from Beluxi
with a heavy load
I could see your outline
as the rain pounded the wheatfields
I burned to feel you closer than
that vision in the windshield
I find pieces of you
in nearly every day
Your loving covers me
with the sun’s warm rays
Rainy days your tender arms
take me on quiet flights
When it snows,
your body warms me in the wintry night
I close my eyes
and there’s pieces of you in this simple line