a medicine man stopped you at the door and perfectly described a painting you both painted and knew.
so we lifted our hearts up to the campfire and we watched the flutterflies flitter into the black nothing, all the while thinking of better times.
this is beautiful you said, and you may never understand.
so i spent my time trying to explain how you feel
but you left me standing arms held high waiting for some clarity.
i walked for miles and thought for days of all the words i might bring back to you
until finally i rushed home only to tell you i have nothing to say.
so lets go to sleep because for the very first time, i think i got it.