I watched you
From my bedroom window.
Through the pines
I followed your steps
Going down the hill.
I saw you wait
At the foot of my drive
For life to come and
Sweep you off your feet.

A handful of moons
Cracked the pipe dream,
And I was there
To lick the wounds.

I watched as the fire
Gave a few heartfelt pops,
Then sunk into a bed of embers.
I don't think either of us
Expected to share that bed.

When I lose count
Of our satellite's transit,
When I lose it all
In the turning,

I'll be here;
A willing host for
The parasite of love.