Driving East through winter rains On the way to meet ourselves. We were drinking something mixed with champagne Toasting the future and our health. You wouldn't roll me a cigarette So I was steering with my knees. While in the road ahead rain turned into snow Drifting through the open window silently. Got into town and found a bed And we lay down for a little while. We rearranged our bodies And became for a little while. And all the distance between us Disappeared for a little while. But when we came down It still felt like a thousand miles. In the woods you were a faun And I was following in your tracks. Waiting for the moments in between When you were looking back. The morning canyon wind was so California cold And so I let you wear my Midwestern hat. Even then I must have known In half a year you would be mailing it Northwestern back. From when you were the first. Those days became some photographs I wish that I had not received. Became a distant past At times impossible to believe. But I will recall you on that trail Collecting memories of your own. I will recall you draped in furs And when you called me your home. When you were the first And the last thing on my mind. The only thing on my mind.