I can't help but think
staring at the rink
when it comes that
it will never go, what
is life worth living,
lived only giving.

But i see it is my desire
like a bird on a wire
to repeat the past
longer does it last,
each time a little more,
a little deeper in the core
of my wrecked heart.
Put a new one in the cart.

Don't read in between,
take time for every line
until all is seen, mean,
let it sink and
understand
she will not be mine.