The desert summer brought us ice storms
and I sat within the spark of your eye
and wrote poems from the fragrants of our letters
You remind me I had forgotten myself
within the madness of this world
For we could not be domesticated
Our hunger was never satisified
I remember myself within the howling winds of your storm
We really were great together once, weren’t we?
Before pride and doubt got the better of me
Don’t be a fool, he warns me
For self sabotage is what I’m good at
And I have only one more chance to get this right.