You are my isolation, desolation
Succour to my mind...

You are a little mud thief
The worse of any kind...

I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...

Amongst these barren hills I sense
A gasping tiny spark...

I gave you one
You gave me two...

Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...

Upon the reign of darkest night
You strangle out the morning light...

This bench is oh so old now
It's seen so many years...

Upon your mossy banks I lay
As dawn gave birth to piercing day...

I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...

Take a piece of my life....
File me under my current name...

I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...