One of my newest, entitled "Overgrown."

Peering through the weeds;

Detrus and decay of years,

Mostly hidden from the eye,

I spy the overgrown

And lost remnants

Of a past so unlike today.

I wonder why we discarded

And forgot all the things

That were our forever

Here in this pile of trash

That was a home.

I feel like I am also overgrown.

Not over you, and not grown,

Just overgrown and hidden.