I had a thought
That whimpered and cooed
Like butterfly wings on fire
Of the day we had free
And I proposed
Lets run away, adventure
Into the garden.

Only to then return with a camera in my hands
And you so badly wanted to understand
But made me feel so neglected and cheated in the end.
I want to think and hope
That my days of your name leaving my lips
Crossing my mind
Blurring from my fingertips
Are over
As I schedule and book a flight to return
To the deep south
This Friday.

July 20th
You bought us tickets
So in advance
You were a planner about the most
Trite things
As though we had to book mark
A keep sake full of rotten dust
Pock marks and the love
That crumbled and gave all its loss.

My favorite moment
Look back now
Would have to be the coffee filtered frog
And how you tried and gave up.

I sit in the grass
Discuss the goodness and the perils
Highlighting the moments we ought to share
Another lady love plans to come
Find a safe place to stay for a few hours
She writes and ducks under street lamps
Bracelets adorn my wrist
As I breathe out your name.

Not in a sensual way
I heard you love her
But you must still love me more.

I wonder if we will ever make peace
I contemplate cards shuffling
Lining up like little knives or wives
I'm still so hung over.

Happy Fourth Of July
Life was so different this time last year
I get back in touch with the lamb
That was so eager, so free
Allow the bitterness to pass
I'm not afraid to be out on my own.

Burn sage
Woodland creatures encircle the town
I give it my all.