The crisp summer winds
Whistle and encircle me
With a familiar
But altogether new feeling
And it's neither always revitalizing
Or always sustaining
But I release into the uncertainty
While holding an amythst
At the base of my neck.

And I remember
Like fruitflies
Surrounding and humming
Around a fruit pie
Those shiney silver pants
And how my southern cousins
Stopped hanging out with me at a certain age
I think because they might have projected their fear
That I had outgrown them all.

That girl
I miss and long for her at times
A sly wild grin
I've always worked real hard
At whatever it was that I loved.

And it spins in front of my face
Like echoing wild space
Holographic
I think I livened you up for a time
But I'll never forget
What it felt like to sit on your couch
As you stood at your kitchen counter
And in so many words
Told me once a week
That you had grown tired of me
And my passionate filled words.

I heard tonight that
Under the branches
That our energies were too different
And I'm glad.

You knew and saw
How you were effecting me
And I know now
I just know now.

Radiating
New eyes to peek in to
Soft skin
Touching soft skin
So many options
And the ability
To slip my high heels off
Myself
And know I'll be more than alright
In all of these days
Of days.