Peter

All the shades of green

On the highway

From the trees

Eating apples on the beach

And spitting out the seeds

It’s sunny, winter weather

On days like these

You never want to leave this place alone

I’ll admit, I’ve become quite taken by you

I have sat here

In the middle of the day

And the middle of the night

In the middle of my life

Some hundred months young

But Peter, your inside hasn’t changed

And your heart remains the same

That alone

I take for granted

Even at your worst

I know first hand your true

potential

So I’m leaving you with no

notches on my bedpost

And when I return home, Peter,

I know

Your waves will take me in

And my absent, harrowed heart

Will be found again

Even if I missed the sunset