Dustaway

Once we made plans
 but only for one day  
....kept the dust away

I  still feel the feel of the sea in my throat
with sticks on the sand I wrote, a note:

We’ve got plans

Take one mis-step
 a steep flight of stairs
And you could lose 5 years
to anger, pain and tears

I still feel the feel of the tube in my throat
the scar on my back was a note, she wrote: 
still have to make plans