Love happened.
It came, and went.
Just like the sun.
And the stars burned like diamonds
When the fire hit the bowl
and I knew the meaning of the word
incredible.
Intimacy was discovered.
And I fell fast and hard.
It changed with the seasons.
But I never let rock bottom be the end of me.
When I look back and remember,
I think of oceans and trees.
I recall laughter and movies.
And my happiness is
Oregon grown.