One day when
all your summers are
gone
and the heat of
lover's joy
subsides

you'll think of me
in every winter
drink
you pour
your bourbon and your
poison
lemon slice

And you'll wonder
if I think of you
and where it is
my sparrow heart
flew

but you won't find
a piece of me in
anyone
because I know that
I'll have
gotten over
you.