The Forgotten Yard

I forgot the grapes on your vine, I'll never return to that old yard, For there, heartache rooted and grew, And your love left lasting scars. In that same yard, thorns wrapped me, Where your love once bloomed, now withers. Night's darkness deepened my wounds, Our sorrow ripened into bitter wine. I envisioned you rowing my boat, But dreams drowned in silent pain, For even rare love like ours fades, Never traded for the same touch. And in that yard, our love's grave stays.