It was nearly midnight and I was feeling restless.
The moon was full when I wandered onto the trails.
The smell of Bay leaves brimmed the air.
Your silence was heard loud and clear. You whispered,
Into my ear nothing but the breath of a woman,
Walking out the door and into her own personal forest.
I wanted to save you but I didn’t have the force.
I was fighting off my own whirlwind, and losing the contest.
I too needed to walk off into the woods alone.
After the earthquake the boards in the old house creaked.
As if she was telling me a home is not a home,
Unless there is a woman unequivocally in love.
I knew I was unable to deliver the goods. I needed,
To walk the trails at night and find my own strange way.