This broken twig,
that muddy footprint --
these show the paths they took
to become themselves.
Here is the campground of her fearful heart,
there is the happy hillside of his youth.
There is the pizza place that still serves
hot hope for the future,
here is where she buries her forgotten days.
This is the trash heap piled high with
unsent love letters.
that is the wasteground where time
spent waiting for things ends up,
and little yellow flowers grow.