How do you start again?
Get back on the horse...

Did you find your peace yet,
my precious little girl...

Here upon the floor I fall.
Don't say you didn't know at all...

Dark, dirty snow
once the barren winter earth...

Where did that feeling go?
it was so strong and certain...

We are all just walking wounded.
Nursing these unhealing sores...

You're supposed to look back,
with a wry and knowing smile...

My bed was so much warmer with you here.
when your arms held me...

I went away.
there was more i knew i needed to explore...

Then do we find peace?
when the chips have fallen...

I wrote a million poems for you today
but i crumbled them and threw them all away...

Eating poison because it tastes so sweet
until it hits my stomach...