So Much Driftwood

What we have become.

And now we are just so much driftwood
Washed up on the beach;
What was alive has torn away, and
Drifted out of reach

From what it was that gave it life:
The tree it was part of —
And now we are just so much driftwood
Fallen out
Of love

Carelessly Cast Aside

She was cast aside.

He thought her quite replaceable
So she was cast aside:
As he pursued some prize orchid
To satisfy his pride

But all the flowers he approached
Were priced out of his sight:
While she, carelessly cast aside
Had blossomed
The light

The Cowboy of Her Dreams

… isn’t here […]

The man she fell in love with isn’t here
That man was only ever in her head
Yet in her shock and sorrow, and her fear
She’ll clutch on some to imagery, instead

She’d found herself a hero, so she thought
With strength and sensitivity in one
But it’s a rescue mission that she bought
That’s run its course, whose time is nearly done

The cowboy in the sunset of her heart
She gave herself to, every hair and urge
But who and where is he, is worlds apart
As dreams and cruel reality

The Letters

That person that you give yourself completely …

That person that you give yourself
Completely, everything you are –
Who gives you back what you have sent
And says it’s not enough

The letters now up on a shelf
The minutes, miles, traveled far –
The life of love that came and went
The days are rough, the nights are tough

When everything you gave
Is not enough

the truth behind it all

the day we split up for good

i handed you my crafted words,
rich and full of meaning;
but by the time they touched you,
they were poor and hollow.

you reached out to me with a special touch,
warm and full of understanding;
but by the time it reached me,
it was cold and full of judgment.

our conscious intentions were good, i think;
but truth is not only sublime
it is, apparently,