Where the Buck Lies

The buck lies breathless in the overgrown wild grass

A reminder of what has come to pass

Seasons roll by

And so do ours

Roles changing and turning

Evolving and growing

This is the place I call home

For better or for worse

Reflections of self –

Past, present, and future

I desperately seek it

Forever searching and forcing bonds

But I have not experienced it in years

I carry it with me

Locked far, far away

In my heart and

In the front of my mind

Urging,

Refusing to let me go

Or recreate it here

Pushing, pushing, pushing with all it’s might

It wants to bring me where we once mingled

Where we first met each other

Happy, furious, uncomfortable and in love

It touches every nerve in my body

And tugs every lonely heart string

I try to put it away, but it will not be concealed

You cannot control it,

And you cannot choose it

It suffocates me

Like a plush blanket

On Christmas morning

I will never leave it

I will never lose it

I will never see it