A yearning memorial A foolish desire Yet ever so real For her by the fire I made it so clear We were not to be Yet now I look back Stupidity- I see She made it so hard A girl with much vim She did what she wanted A hedge without trim She wrote me at night I danced with the words Embraced them with passion Sweetest I’d heard I made her so safe Cold embrace in this land She reached for the stars and I gave her my hand We sat in the theatre We shared in our warm Yet later that evening I sent her the storm We fought about things Material triviality I rose up the hammer She attacked with vitality But the issue at hand At least present for me Does innocence play out As innocence seems I heard of the news She told me that night She’d been with a suitor It couldn’t be right Notions of innocence My childish mind A breach of impurity Immaturity defined I handled it wrong I threw out a fit The most grievous words I ever did writ I tossed down my pencil The world seemed so fucked And now I bereave it An existence so mucked An action so normal That she was with he But all I interpret That he was not me A curse of self-ness A torture so sour Alone in this cavern Inhabitants dour All so I’d paint A worldly imagination People so agreeable Cognant intoxication I sit over a field of rye Watching the children Watching them play I am their only bastion Their only hope Futile as it seems I am the catcher in the rye