Dirt

June 9, 2007

My heart in Alabama -
My happiness stayed with it -
My future watches over them,
and I am empty in my lonliness.
I don't want to wash the dirt off my jeans
because they traveled all the way back with me.
I took him in with my fingers
And when I close my eyes,
I can feel him.
I can smell him on my hands.
I can taste him on my lips –
Everything so new and fresh,
And I don't want this to end…
I've taken back with me everything I could,
But all I have now is
his shirt,
the dirt,
and his voice, once again.
Frustration at its worst –
The next time I leave this place of longing,
I'm never coming back.
I have left myself with him,
and will not feel whole again
until I'm back in his arms.