I feel like the dust

on an old country road;

Baking in the sun,

Awaiting your return.

I hear the animals closing the distance.

I dream of the way things were.

The excitement in my soul builds to Himilayian heights, as you approach.

Two dark-maned white horses

tow your high chariot of content directly through my path.

Trampling my being one hoof at a time;

Worn wooden wheels rollling over me…

Oh the joy I felt when you would stop and enjoy the scenery with me;

Now, nothing but a distant memory.

Crushed. Kicked up.

I rise and fall only to settle in your wake.

It seemed as though I was along for the ride

Until I was washed away by the rain of someone new.

-Geoffrey Titus