I thought I could escape thoughts of you.
I thought this adventure into the wild blue yonder
Would keep all thoughts of you city bound.
But it didn’t work.
The brush is the color of your eyes.
All the trees are tall and thin like you.
And the sky is painted the shade of blue of the night I left.
So each bird call that travels through the pines
And the leaves that blow against my door
Have your name hidden in them somewhere.
We may be a country apart but somehow you followed me here.