Where Did April Go?

Where Did April Go

Down train tracks through bogs
And hay fields
It fled like your laughter
Chasing rain.

I wanted to believe
In your protection
Like a veil, making us invisible
From them
And bills and wars overseas and
The reality of your apathy.

I fell to my knees in April
Opened my eyes to the harsh
Afternoon dust sun through
Cranked car windows;
The air between our silence
Is still too stale to penetrate.

And as much as I want to believe
In second chances, you should know
Forgiveness doesn't grow on trees;

That it is even less common
Than money,
And even more difficult
To earn back.

But this stale air
Is turning my stomach;

All that I long for now
Is a train to somewhere,
Chasing rain.