Once warm in the shelter now drowning in
the sea
Not what you really wanted, but all that I deserved
Emptiness and longing and a hole a mile
wide
That was the ashes of love sown like salt
into the earth
I entered this garden to hear your song
To smile encouragement at the chords you
played wrong
The dead frets on your guitar, hammered rhythm,
botched rhyme
I’d tap my foot along and keep you in time
You were never afraid to bare your soul
Uncover secret passions hidden from me and
from the light
It was I who was too scared to cast aside
the chains
There I remained in the night
Now the songs in the garden are muted, if
not dead
And the words but a mumble, breath of wind
in my head
And the flowers are faded, wilted and
denied
As with all things innocent we leave the garden
behind
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