I’ve decided that it is time for a little poetry.

i’m withered and you’re pale
but then i look again
and see you full of life
see the way you’ve always been,

you sparkle and i fade away,
the days drift on like waves and then
float in to fill you up and see
the way you might have been

you blossom and your foliage continues
to extend
and while i crumble, i just lay there
in the dirt, but then again,

in all the ways you’ve grown, i’ve faltered,
and all i’ve kept the same, you’ve altered.

January 14, 2010
Canyon Lake, Texas