Another Oregon Territory

Just passing by
Is what I
Used to tell
Myself
Just another
Oregon territory
To be discovered
Owned

I couldn’t place
A single memory
On one landscape
I favored more
Or one orchard
That tasted more
Sweet
Then the vineyards
Of which you grew
And blossomed

And I loved you
Hard and still
With only the beating
Of my broken chest
To remember your
Silent touch
In the middle of the night
Or the gentle wind
The memory of your kiss
Upon my brow
As I slept in silent
memory of you

And still I dream
Of nothing more
Then the silent hush
Of an ocean wave
Upon my feet
From the
Cool blue Pacific

And to whisper
How much I loved you
And wished that I could,
Still