my backyard

It's strange, here, with my head down.
I feel my heartbeat follow my breath
You were pacing the pantries
And left me a note when you left
Reminding me to feed myself
And now I know
You realized it was more than that.

Now I don't have to think
Or run out of breath
With my broken hand
And yours on my mouth
It's not like I could hear you
With my blood screaming at me like that
It's so strange to see you
Making a point out of that.

So now I've been whittling
A bow and some arrows
But past that god only knows
That no one can see me
Silently screaming
Hoping that the paths over grown
Beyond the back yard
Where I'm sure that that river still flows

And beside that I'm happy
There's really not too much to know.
And when I feel like I need you
I'm sure that I'll let you know.