Venus is speaking, mars is silent

Where is the man I can't let go of?

Why was he so able to let me go?

Orion is on fire, a plane passing by is turned red by its glow

Attachment feels like love,

Tears flow and still the pain remains

Still trees, fast cars on the midnight highway

The night is empty of warmth; full of old ghosts

I feel like one of them

Courtyard lights are looking fuzzy

My resolve to leave him behind is flimsy

Life without him seems dim

Somewhere buried deep is the woman who can move on

I can't seem to find a shovel to save her

Or maybe I just don't want to move on

Maybe I am hurt that you were able to so easily

Maybe I shouldn't give myself so much credit

Maybe you never loved me as you said

Maybe maybe maybe

Maybe will never satisfy

Sleep comes to comfort

Dreams come to inspire

Tomorrow she is freed

I remember everything.  We lived in this little old house but of course it seemed huge to me because I was so little.  In the front yard we had these little white flowers on the lawn and red tulips lined the walk up to our porch.  We had a porch swing and we had a milk box there also.  I made all my mud pies on the front porch.  In the living room we had yellowish green shag carpeting and funky seventies furniture and a marble coffee table.  I shared a bedroom with my brothers and I had the top bunk-bed.  My littlest brother Kurt used to climb up there and sleep with me.  He was so cute.  I didn't think so at the time because he was so heavy.  In the kitchen we had white and yellow linoleum and the space seemed so expansive.  That was where my brothers and I poured cheerios and milk all over the floor before my mom woke up.
The bathroom fixtures were olive green.  my parents room was always dark and I took my naps in there on the water-bed.  But they had a little black and white TV in there so instead of sleeping I watched Mr Rodgers and Sesame Street.  Off the kitchen we had a back room that led to the back door and to the basement.  Down in the basement it was very unfinished; dirt floors and cement foundation showing and the most amazing smell of wet dirt and concrete.  My mom did her puzzles down there and some huge stuffed animals my dad won at a carnival or something were stored down there.  There was even a little room where the dogs had their puppies.  Outside the backdoor there was a massive dead tree infested with nasty little black and red winged bugs.  The tree was right outside our bedroom so we saw a lot of them.  There were tomato plants along on side of the house by the street and in the back we had my dad's Nova, a condemned garage, the new garage, a rose bush and a crab apple tree.  On the other side was the big lawn.  That is where the dog pen, the plum tree, and the pear tree all were.  It was a great place to be a little girl.