Rotting On The Ground
    Your deciduous love
    Now ripe and fallen
    Has left me stripped bare
    I’m grasping for your fruit
    But I can only catch air

    Can I have just a seed
    From this love we once had
    I’ll plant it in good rich dirt
    Then cotyledons burst forth
    To maybe assuage the hurt

    I’ll tend it like a lover
    With a gentle lovers touch
    In spring your love will bloom
    I’ll press your flower in my book
    And keep it in my room

    Then when someday I think of you
    And our love so long ago
    I’ll open up to sorrows page
    Stained with lost loves midnight tears
    And yellowed with a saddened age

    Then fresh once more that flower blooms
    Deep within my brain
    And vision clears to see your face
    As memory floods of our great love
    From a distant time and place