The Meadow

I used to walk to the meadow,

Everyday,

And the little dog stray,

Would run away.

The creek,

Was deep,

An hid a secret,

That someday,

Would come out,

And bite.

And the mole would,

Dig holes,

That were graves,

For happy souls.

Before you came.

And When you came,

We walked together,

And the creek seemed shallow,

And the birds would sing,

The puppy would bark,

And the meadow,

Was a piano.

When you came.

And then you left.

And you left a hole.

And the meadow,

Was empty again.

And then you came,

And we faded.

But our souls,

Stayed.