NYC has no grass.

I'm so in love with you,
and all the small things, that you do
It wasn't too long ago
When times weren't so low,
At the point where you loved me too.

Why don't you come and stay for a while?
I'd kill just to see your bright smile,
We'll lay in the shade
and without thinking I'd say
Why couldn't you pick up and dial?

I know that you're so far away,
It'd be ludicrous to ask you to stay
I know that that you're gone
That my boy's been moved on
And he has no more time for just play.

It must of been tough to call
because somewhere between summer and fall
You've found a new girl
with Goldilocks curls
and she doesn't look like me at all.

I don't need your to hear your sad pity
When you used to say I was pretty
You don't miss me one bit,
so on branches I'll sit
and think of trees in New York City.

Your new son's face looks just like your own
and god, I've never felt so alone,
The weeds cover the flowers
where we'd chat for hours
My arms were always your first home.
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I wrote this about JM, when he went to New York City and I worried about him and his escapades endlessly. The lack of contact irritated me, as well. But he did come back, and without a son I should have known about.