I can’t write no single poem about you.
The words slip from you like water from your skin.
But yonder in the mountains of my memories
I feel you calling out to me again.
I miss the hope and strength you impart to me.
I miss the courage only you inspire.
I miss the eyes that blazed their way right through me.
I miss the lips that dared to call me liar.
I’m reaching out for you in darkened mornings,
lonely like no soul can ever tell.
Longing for the days I left behind me,
when you were holding me and all was well.
You’re leaving now and babe you know it hurts me.
It hurts so bad I can’t believe it’s true.
But everywhere I go I’ll take you with me.
And when you leave you take my heart with you.
Other boys may write their songs about you.
They might be songs can make the whole world sing.
But here’s the best my broken heart can offer,
though I know that it’s not much of anything.
The soil on your hands, your sweating body,
the beauty of the moment of your birth.
And in your dreams a solitary diamond
that one day will spill its light upon the earth.