I cannot separate my life and my poetry. I write my living and I live my work. I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go. And so I stay home missing you more than ever. I found that loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you. I smile in crowds, just fake faces in public places Just trying to find the wide open spaces and hope for Gods graces And I breathe walking backwards over the steps I retrace Looking for the a love lost that I somehow misplaced But how do you hang on to someone who clearly want to be let go How do you hide your heart from breaking so it doesn’t show I’m only asking cause I surely don’t know And tossing coins is a wishing well won’t make it so And so I breathe and tell myself something better is on the way Something is coming but maybe not today And that gives hope Helps me cope Knowing that I have not reached the end of my rope And I breathe with the force of a hurricane And I release the frustration, anxiety and the pain She encourages me and tell me to pray Put it in God’s hands which I do every day And it’s funny that her laughter is the soundtrack to my smile And there is a gentle way about her I believe it’s that southern style A country girl in the middle of no where She shared her story of how she ended up there And I can tell she loves with a big heart If it could be measured it would be marked off the chart So I see her beauty through the telephone line She’s got my attention and I’m not going to waste her time Cause a good woman is hard to find Even thought my heart has been broken I will still love you with the pieces. Some people say they would love you to them moon and back and for you I’d visit every single star. And it’s the mystery of you is what I want to spend my life exploring.