Pine needles still in your hair
I cannot believe we were just there
Coming out of the forest to cross the road
A glance back at me, I savor now, not to know
You would never smile again, at least not in my life
For that night you took your life
From a sorrow you kept hidden
Something so forbidden
I chose to never know
Now all moves so slow
Nights are journeys of despair
Holding that banket that smells of your hair
And to this day, a needle will fall from it
That came from the tree, were we lay, not knowing you were ready to quit
My solace is I was not the one you feared
Nor was I the savior I wish I could have been
Your silence was our end
The month the pine needles fall…I sleep in the forest to recall
Eyes so golden, framed in messy hair…looking up at me
What did you see?
The one that hurt you, or the one that filled you with love?
I pray it was love…and me.