Extraction
I’ve bent my knees and listened to the winds blowing through the trees;
Heard the echos of my own calls bouncing off the canyon walls;
And I stared into the fire, listening to the beginnings of night time transpire.
You showed me cause, against the silence of night that gave me pause;
But I’m alone now and the creatures display disdain as if they know that somehow.
Who needed direction then; experiencing life were my intentions;
Life was so much swifter but now it appears I may have become a drifter.
Untethered floating in still waters, I want to call out but why bother.
There’s no one there anymore and I was too careless about closing those doors;
Yet living in this self made expanse of wasteland, I still think about holding your hand
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