funny how it changes
how once, feet hurried past
minds thought no thoughts
about one another
and my sister would marvel and tell me about it
and all I saw
was the product of a stable past
and many girls I knew.
how, now, this face has been paired with a name for you
and the rumors you might have heard are true
and we know what it feels like to give
some loving attention to an otherwise dreary relationship.
as I sit outside in my chair in the sun
it's slightly funny how this thing was begun.