And once again she catches me
trying to impress her
and I admit it.
We could be bonded a hundred years,
old and gray,
and I would still
climb the tallest mountain,
slay the fiercest dragon,
write the most heartfelt song,
I'd sing it all day
and night long,
to show you I care,
and hope I'm enough.
The past is the past,
but everyone left
when my spectacle dimmed,
and time and time again
was forgotten.
Set aside.
Left to dust.