Driftwood

The last ember went out
The cut maple has greyed in the sun
In the garden
A dream was overgrown by weeds

I wanted to spend more time together
I wanted to tell you how I felt around you

Instead I left
Insisting
It was only a matter of delusion

Yet continuing on my path
Trampling through dense thicket
I must find what I'm searching for

Perhaps you held it in your hands
The entire time