watching the ice cream melt downward along the cone
dripping timely on the pavement, making a perfect footprint
like our love, only to evaporate from the setting sun.

this park bench is my solace, a place to argue with myself
but policing myself does me no good
for i am handcuffed to you heart.

in the garden, flowers of red and gold
reminds me of the passion and richness
we once had

perhaps the world turned one too many times
for us to keep up,and through us off course
you are now on the other side and I
I bounced off the clouds, and found myself here
evaporating from the setting sun.



we once