Who would I rather be than me
I’d rather be anyone across from me

Holding out for moments sacred
Anxieties spanning miles of acreage

I pick up on every crumb you drop
A never-ending trail I need to stop

Imagined memories together become scattered  
I’m still driving down the ladder

Onward, downward, seething it goes
Spellbound rivers of spiraling growth  

Pleading with tears out of this recession
An elaborate hovel of the worst depression

My realities seem such a hoax
The absence of perfection sauntered a ghost

One in which haunting is the prevalent way
Brazenly nasty it vowed to never stray

Really I’m a yearning plant
Nonetheless none will water me, it’s not in the plan

Withered and grey, forts of strength have gone under
I’m informed watching a relentless thunder

Brewing in the depths of my heart
In loving memory we’ll always be apart