I am older now,
a little less
blind,

a little
bit wiser
to your
gypsey smile,

and I will not
ever fall
into it
again.

you never
had a plan
for me,

not the kind
that would
really last.

a kitten playing
with a ball
of yarn
and my heart
will never
recover again.

it will
just have
to live
with it's scratches
of valor
of loving you.

and such are
my days for
you,

you come in
and out of
them like sunlight
dancing naked
through a
tree.

time has no
reference to you,
and as all
of these
years pass,

I have come
to realize
some of the
things that
I gave you
I can never
get back.

but they call
to me from
now and
then,

like rainbows after
a storm.

or echos
of lost love
that bring
harmony to
my ears.

and so
I sit here
again.

and only you
and I know
why.