The Wilderness

I'm not sure where you go when you go there.

I'm not sure why you go when you do.
I can only think that it must be me.

Something I said or did, something between me and you.

The thoughts of you that cross my mind are both slender and long.

Well buffered and protected from the wide, deep and painful love that insists it must prolong.

I've been hurting for a while now and I know you like to heal,

So the question becomes what will you do with me when all your work prevails?

Will you still want me in the sunlight,

or do I only attract you when I am sullen in the rain?

Wet and covered in fallen leaf

shivering in pain.

The little hurt lost girl is being broken from her wooden shell and

all her morsely goodness is hovering in stasis, uninvited and overwhelmed.

Remind me what it means to you, the friendship that we've made

I'm afraid I've lost you out here in the wilderness, alone like the birds refrain.