I will bide my time,
Before I retreat to the desert,
In search of the warmth,
I could not find in these pines.
I loved you memory,
More than I ever loved you,
And for that
I am truly sorry.
I was born in a paradise,
But it was never a haven for me,
These trees make me feel so small,
And this beautiful river
Stole too much of my heart,
That I started to resent it
And I left most of my soul
In a silver Toyota truck
That drove away forever
Three summers ago,
There is no kindling left
For me to rebuild my fire with,
At least not here,
I am weary and sad,
Mostly,
Whenever I grasp for something sturdy,
I find it is nothing but dead vines,
I was not meant for this beautiful place,
I am a **** among beautiful wild flowers,
This is not my garden.