My love got swept up in the wind and rain but it did not get swept away.
When the storm subsided and the stillness came my love laid there all around us like daisy heads mushed into cut grass or strewn leaves in autumn.
Amongst the struggle and ire my love did not diminish. It scattered itself overhead and underfoot saying 'I am still here'.
But your love was gone.
The storm lifted it from its root, spun it around into fragments of moss and dander but it did not land here.
And so my love was left alone while yours bloomed in pastures new and I'd give anything to stand in grasslands where reciprocation blossoms into meadows for us to stroll across throughout the seasons.
But now we stand, you in your field and me in mine and I ache in these acres for you.
- FIELDS
By JBO
