Every straw that made the nest
Handpicked together to perfections best
That stood the tempest
Of every wuthering weather
That tested
The enormity of my fortitude
And what remains thereof
Is not what is left
That one may see
But what vanished
In branching life’s tree
Exposing
The magnitude of my ineptitude
And maybe someday
In latitudes of gratitude
It may dawn upon
The morning breeze
An inkling
To bring me back
A whiff
Of my love’s sprinkling
And as I reside
In the silence of my solitude
Brazenly as you
Bypass my Heart
While I yearn
To pass by yours every day