I remember
what it was like.
In the rain, in the night.
Clothed in ******,
cold like starlight.
Trees of black and green, on bending to our will.
Every creature, every soul, every stirring eye; still
Waist deep in regretting
and head, so far under all I loved forgetting.
Your smile, like a boy's, so plain and youthful
my eyes, so wrong, too old...too truthful.
All I could feel was the weight of those hands
couldn't suffer my yearning, though I could understand.
The next wake and early morning
I walked in solitude, the fool's crown adorning.
As you shuffled on home, shoes to the sidewalk, slide
I, twelve paces behind, pretending it was your side.
Become bluer on bluer as you step with the lines,
so I cursedly follow
picking up rays the sun left behind.