What did I miss
while I was busy kissing shadows moving slowly on the bedroom wall?
So busy I could not hear her call.
I hesitate to say,
she did not wait.
But
she,
did not wait

Now it's too late
Oh what a state I'm in.
Age is what I write upon the page that should be filled
with daffodils and words
of love.

But it seems the wild flowers cracked
and massed, attacked me
Now I'm backed against the bedroom wall
I can no longer hear her call
I've lost it all.
Too busy kissing shadows.