Deserted

Sun shining on dirt below;
Across the hot rocks
The tumbleweeds go.

Crab grass, growing now
Only sound is
The sad cry of the crow.

Who longs for a warm embrace;
A secret kiss
On his feathery face.

All alone he crows and cries
As one love grows,
It suddenly dies.

A hole left upon the heart
As soon as the people
Grow apart.

Moon crying its tears on the ground--
This is how desertion
Spreads the hurt around.