For everything there is a season

I lost you awhile ago

sometimes I turn my head a bit 

like I heard you call my name

from a long ways off

through a valley

over a mountain

tossed about under indigo waves

and through the trees

It's nicer this way.

I'm trying.

Carving into myself

discarding the chunks

and pieces

that no longer fit

If you come this way

watch your step

There are holes in the earth

where I've been

diggin'