Why do I still dream of us?

To think of you brings back to laying down on your living room floor listening to Electric Ladyland while the birds come in and out, the Earth takes a deep breath and lets it out with a gentle midnight kiss.

Why do you keep coming around? To leave me with nothing, no answers, no unkempt love. You just left me there, to die with knives in my thighs and a cold winter’s breeze in my eyes.

No explanation why. The petals upon my heart rose, weep in thought of what we used to be. In thought of the love you gave me, but never really knew how.

I still cry at the Full Moon on October nights and I still buy old records thinking you will come around to listen with me. I bring my soul to the River ever night to clean off what you left me with.