somehow when you laid here by my side   something whispered words like rain is falling heavy   and she hated, loved to fight   someone from a suncracked sidewalk calling out   “you-hoo. hey, uh huh.”   sometime I may trade this bone tired fist   somewhere I’ll remove the mattress lying   heavy as a healing word and wind   someone from a suncracked sidewalk calling out   “you-hoo.   hey, uh huh.   hey, uh huh.   hey, uh huh.   hey, uh huh.   hey, uh huh.”