The first sign of change was a house redo—
Wood floors laid, countertops set, kitchen new,
The first echo of Florida adieu
To Tennessee Mountains that called me true.
My heart died in the heat of that summer
In an oppressive puddle dried away
That made bad water for a rat’s slumber
And parched my dreams of all today’s.
Yet still the house was stuck near fully home
In the Flatlands of your dreams and hopes
Stuck in the large dark chasm of my moans
That could not see your love in all its true scope.
In a dream deferred I sadly found mine
And I am so sorry you lost your time.