I sit and think of you in the woods.
Thoughts of yesterday, so long passed
Yet rest so close to my heart.
A redolent of wind claps my face.
Assuming waterfalls blind me,
Miles of river between us.
Jagged rocks cut the palms of my feet.
Down the river you wait for me
to crawl and wet my body.
I’ve a pain so deep set into place.
My tears blend with the mist of rain.
I can almost touch your feet.