>>10881487>>10881496Dear, whereas I write these lines
I am looking out to the trees.
While it pains your heart as much as mine,
if you find this, you will not find me.
There is much I meant to say to you
But words fall short to explain
How outside I saw this morning's dew
And knew I could not stay.
With gemstones just aside our hearth
Beyond, what else could lie?
most stones unturned of all the paths
lie in the path least travelled by
Not a place where man set foot before
is a place that I will roam
so, quietly, I shut the door,
left house to find a home.
