Oh my. Sour taste in my mouth from you. Worse than vinegar you are to me. Contaminated and stained.I don't know who you are anymore. But who am? The last leaf that dangles in fall and the first bud in Spring I am. I hide in the trees and the summer breeze. I am alive in your thoughts and the architecture of your face flickers on my heart beat. I am yours. In one form or another, I will always be yours. Carbon filtered finger prints lay across our headstone. I wish that the paper had came that morning and we never had the rain but sadly it was a down pour so the mail never came. I cannot put my mind in some place that doesn't have you circling around it. There was no patience and you weren't. My arms will always love you, but the rest of me will fall behind.