Gather My Own

Hold me... for just a little bit longer.

And with a little more strength.

So that perhaps I may gather my own to me.

I may not be the one you seek any longer...

But you're one whom will be in my heart a very long time.

Though you think I forgot about you first,

I am just slower to find the bark rough.

And the tide just passes my feet and pulls away,

Before I can even realize my feet are wet.

So to you I send my tidings through the wind.

As whispers in the leaves, so that one day...

You may think of me again, and come to hold me.

For just a little longer, and with more strength.

In hope that perhaps, I have gathered my own.

And will not let go so easily.

This time around…