kept in a pocket,

for a rainy day, until found footing

kept in your back pocket, until new love swept you away.

quiet as a lovers doubt, I lived there in drought.

stained indigo blue,

a cold way of life, my end

mother’s delight

I can’t be bitter, you showed me so much

my heart was diving and soaring, take flight

but for growth,

this path hasn’t a clear ending,

my feet feel the soil, as I return to my beginning.