I was in the garden when they told me the truth about the world.
This mysticism parted like a swollen rain cloud to the east.
Now we are left to seek solace among the forever stretch of land.

To spend our days like a crossword puzzle.
Filling in our positivity with small doses of pleasure.
Sweet tea, warm embraces, freshly fallen snow and unopened letters.

Crying wouldn't do us any good.
Arguing wouldn't expand our horizons.
The ferocity of our hope lights the sky with a thousand stars.

The roses growing around me have drops of dew resting in their petals.
I breathe out and feed them, they breathe out and feed me.
I sit in the grass and watch them until the dawn breaks.

Please steal me away, in the middle of the night,
Hold my warm soul, so very tight,
Please search for me when I'm out of sight.

I'm floating above my body, watching it wander,
And baby, I see you, steady on your way.
I'm a jealous woman, I may pull you under.
Be strong in what you say, keep your head above the waves.

I'm a quiet heart, I won't beat too loud,
But my mind's a train heading out of town,
Are you steady, darling, are you feeling strong?
Cause I'm a loose thread that won't last too long.

Comfortable like a wasp's sting,
Swiftly sought like diamond rings,
Given up like virginity,
Hard to reach like infinity,

Surely he won't be loving me.

Jean skirts torn from wear,
Lipstick smudged, tangled hair.
Where have you been all night?

A smile left over from the fall.
Glasses clutter countertops.
No idea where tomorrow is.

And I'm 22.
And I'm not with you.
But I'm going to be.

And I'm listening to Ingrid,
sipping black coffee,
daydreaming,
And I'm 16.

I'm sorry I threw us away.
I'm sorry I forgot our love so quickly.
I'm sorry I never called.
I'm sorry I'm not sad.

You never listened to me.
You heard me, through closed ears.
I fell out of us in April of last year.
And you listened for the first time in April.
Of this year.

I'm sorry.
But I can't apologize.

A single rose sits in its pearly vase,
Merely resting on the wooden table,
With the crooked leg.

And here you sit.
In today. This very moment.
This is now.

If life is a story, then mine is a song.
And I'm only in the second verse.
Waiting for my chorus.

And this is it.
This is your life.
It's ups and downs and turnarounds.

And how beautiful is today.