Caught

in the timber way up north
cabin by a cool, deep lake
alert and watchful here I lay
always wide awake

fish swim deep in fathoms
waiting to get caught
like an unrequited lover
feeling what love has wrought

walking in early morning
crunching feet on fallen pine cones
reminiscing always remembering
the years of what was honed

coming to that still sweet spot
where passion was once born
was it only yesterday
where now the weeds have grown

lost loveverse

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