Grasses are Green and the Sky is Blue.

I came alone.

Then he came along.

We sang along,

Of love alone.

The safety net,

we built around,

torn and worn and

borne a wound.

To leave it now,

was our safest bet.

And we left it where,

it was barely let.

I stood back.

Looking into the horizon,

Watching as the dust settled.

His horse, a tiny speck.

Him, indiscernible, yet pounding away.

When the grass is taller than me,

When the sky is bluer than now,

I hope he will return.

I hope he will remember.

I hope he will remember..