The Jasmine

The August breeze
So warm, so humid
Blows through the live oaks
So old, so tired
And dancing, crunching,
All the leaves
Scatter around me
Accross the yard.

I think off all the days
That pass me
All the days that've passed me
As I sat here
As I sit here among
The night-blooming jasmine
Smelling the blossoms, so sweet
While the cicadas cry.

I think of the days
When you were around
When you kept up the roses
And kept up the house
And I think of sharing
A glass of iced tea
With you by the jasmine
But now I'm so alone.

As the sky turns bright red
And then fades to black
I close my eyes, smell the flowers
And the memories come back.
I'll lie down alone tonight
This one last time.
In the morning
I'm coming home.