It was never another.

Palm trees and a sun kissed body, Listening to the river's giggles, It was always the balance,

provided from the weathering of rocks to my soles,

Usually dancing back to him.

It was never the feel of his skin, that I needed.

It's been a handful of seeds

And dreaming.

Petals of a dandelion to sip in tea,

The kind of love that soaks in the soil of a city,

An unconditional comfort.