Southern, sweet like honey heart housed in Northern mountains
Flat plains saturated with cranberry bogs
I could feel your laughter
The cool, calm wind ever after
You may have been a weeping willow
Letting me pull gently at your boughs but
I could have braided you into my Valkyrie helmet
Strong wings made of courage thunder
Holding together what little you could piece together
I did not mind
We are all just raw edges one way or another
I miss your words
How they would draw and stretch my heart like taffy
Wrapping up sweet and tight what we hold so dear
The definitive search for the inevitable, the divine, the one
I only have what I saved
For with one button you didn't just fade away
You were gone