You’re on my mind again
and as I watch the thunderhead close in
I hear your heavy heart utter
“I’m sorry, it’s just..the spark is gone…I don’t feel…” 
your breath fell like cold showers on my forest fires
that proudly burned for the whole world to see
but seasons change with or without us
only to be relived
and I’ve missed you 
like the earth misses the rain 
knowing you won’t stay for long
I close my eyes and I can still see
your jet black hair and evergreen eyes
returning my longing gaze
like two magnets pulled apart

So I’ll stand beneath the anvil 
of this desert thunderhead closing in
and beg it to strike me down 
with one good bolt
reduce me to ashes 
and let me be born somewhere else