Growing Wild

the weeds in the yard are growing so tall the grass along the fence is taller than me i watch as flowers bloom among all the rubble i watch as the rain falls falling softer than feathers i sit and stare up at the sky and i remember the times when there wasn't a weed for miles when the white picket fence was still white when the flowers would bloom among a field of other flowers i think about the day you left i was so alone it's been raining here ever since there is but one flower left it sits in the middle of the mud it sits here loving you still as do i