I ponder while laying down
In between rosemary shrubs
What has been going on with you
My love.
I grab ahold of the wind,
Tie a ribbon around its feet,
A letter written on a leaf
In petals and twigs attached,
In hopes of you sending your
Voice to bless me with peaches
and the morning sun.
I love being by myself,
I love the silence,
But then it gets darker than dark
And I can’t get asked how my
Day is going, because it doesn’t
Know where to go.
I know the echo of a person,
Is not a person at all,
But it’s nice to sit with the
You that reminds me of you,
A memory of a memory
Will comfort me while
I wait for the wind
To lift up the smell of rosemary
Up to my upper lip,
Even if it’s just disappointment
That it brings.
I know missing you
Doesn’t mean anything,
But that we had something great,
But oh, to have lived in
The middle of an open field
In spring while you, blossoming in love
And everything that comes with it
Laid down your arms and me my pride.
Oh, to have loved.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have heard.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have held.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have done.
I want to see you,
Not in the reflection
In the puddle of rain water,
But in skin and bone and
Sun and warmth.
Let me love you again
Or
Let me say goodbye
One last time.
“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold”