Its so odd to visit the
garden of all out
secrets, where flowers
grow still. Lately,
its filled with an
unusual silence.

Not even the birds'
playful chatter fills
the space anymore.
Crazy squirrels race
through the courtyard,
even that is not
enough for the addict
of normality within
the soul of me.

Maybe if willing lovers
search for me here
they will walk away
before they are
close enough to see
all the excess baggage
you left me with.