Wishing and hoping for what won't be seen
A message, an note, a quiet hello
Something, anything, from where oranges grow
Fading into the mist of memory
Knowing that when I'm thinking of them
They aren't thinking of me
Its normal, its healthy, its what I have to expect
To be left to change, to grow, all on my own
It tightens my heart to have to let go
To leave and be left by those who own
My heart and my soul












