Extraction

I’ve bent my knees and listened to the winds blowing through the trees; Heard the echos of my own calls bouncing off the canyon walls; And I stared into the fire, listening to the beginnings of night time transpire. You showed me cause, against the silence of night that gave me pause; But I’m alone now and the creatures display disdain as if they know that somehow. Who needed direction then; experiencing life were my intentions; Life was so much swifter but now it appears I may have become a drifter. Untethered floating in still waters, I want to call out but why bother. There’s no one there anymore and I was too careless about closing those doors; Yet living in this self made expanse of wasteland, I still think about holding your hand