Autumn Back Home

You opened the side door, it was autumn back home, something said you might love me, the way i wanted it then, and we drove around the countryside, while your phone just kept ringing, and you put it aside. A man's voice was yelling, on the old answering machine, saying "What are you doing?" and you turned it down low..... I came back to see you three more times, right before my daddy died, and everytime i left I sat down and cried, til one day you told me the man's jealousy roared making you miserable, it couldn't be ignored, then I saw you for one fleeting moment, a hug on the cusp of summer solstice, that steady rock of winter once more dissolved like a ghost of a Christmas past, I saw your Hawaiian shirt a banner of color, a relentless enigma in the corner of daddy's funeral, til you said if we had breakfast it would have to be on route one, tucked away from any eyes who might tell that raging voice on the phone with the accent from South America that you just might have a secret.