Crook

You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete I used a jackhammer to release them and with care Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites Our love was stricken and the wind blew us like lonely chimes I was your orphan taken back as a suit that won't fit I am not a fool but was How dos it feel on your tower Can you see me and my clear eyes The laughter has come back to visit Sometimes I ride it as the sea we loved But Moses wags his finger at me and I am reminded