One lonely standing cedar
A symbol of our past
The campfire is our heater
It warms us rather fast
Our future? Indecision
Our present? All that matters
We aim without precision
The glass between us shatters
Shards represent denial
Scattered and strewn about
We walked the remaining mile
With worries, or without
Every time I find
Or notice my reflection
I see my broken mind
Bereft of young complexion
My eyes are tired and sad
My lips are cracked and dry
I think of what we had
And now I say goodbye