It is known
You can never hold on to
an adventurer
and she was one
And she was gone
and he stood by the window
and smelled the
guitar she left behind,
not knowing how to play it
A girl like her
travels around the world
like a sailor and
loves many boys and men
and they never forget her
The one mistake
they all share is
trying to lock her in their
world
It’s like trying to
capture the sun’s light in
a bag and take it
into your dark house
Women like her
are responsible for
men who call themselves
romantics and write love poems
and dream
He struck the cords
of the guitar
once. Looked out
the window. Warm, sunny day.
Streets busy with children
running fast, passing by
adults who walked slow