What is it about the earlier hours
In the morning
Maybe the sensation of what we felt
What we had
As I watch with knowing eyes
It disappears from my end
In the wise wind.

I guess I wish I had been different
I wish I could have done better
I wish I could have been
I wish I wish I wish
But is it just because it would have been easier?
To keep you?

But I wasn't different
I couldn't have done better
I make myself stop wishing.
As dreams grow and expand
I jump in with all my might
Having time
My key to the front is broken
I stuck it right in the hole, even though it was bent
It came off
I heard it thud in the grass
I started to pick it back up

But I left it there
Rusted gold glimmering in the grass
I imagine the key you held to my heart
Was similar
So I left you to become
Another piece of the grass.