it's getting there

i binge on Dylan
while i work through the day.

the house is empty. the music
echoes
down the flat
walls, the bare wood floors,
through the
barren hallways.

i sing along.

is there a song of his i don't
know the words to?

don't think twice it's alright.
one too many mornings.
tangled up in blue.

i started listening to him
when i was 14.

every word rang true.

still does.

throw your ticket out the window.

things have changed.

it's not dark yet, but it's getting
there.

for him, for me, for you.