He said, months ago,
he'd struggled to get you
out of his head
He'd decided
once and for all
to get you
out of his head
Yes, it was difficult, crazy
something was wrong
but magic
angels, beautiful strangers,
told him
it was OK
~ ~ ~
Unless you thought I was someone else
then being pushed away
after you'd asked me down
was, I guess, your way of freeing me
Hurt, confused, saddened
I don't have a complete list
but you know
I'll always miss you
~ ~ ~
"…a direct correlation exists
between what we call space
and what we call constancy –
that which has always been and will always be –
an act of love is a direct ascent to constancy
…it waits for you and will always wait for you…"
– from 'Don't Let Poets Lie To You'