Argument Poem by James McLain

Nights have I you try
and can not force my smile.

Vast the space the distant place
I leave you hold my breath.
Without you ever trying.
Lost I wonder back there why?

Words that will not come I hear
your thoughts
a moving chest the tips of both.

Remember how the mound
was shaped out side your window
where we played
the flute?

Footprints in the sand the wind
the edges then the water
does the rest.

There is no need to argue
when I came I tried my best
but when you left.