Inevitably I'm a mess;
with my emotions all strewn about...

I miss those nights
when the velvet sky...

I won't fume about
in old ways...

I miss him-
and not just those hands...

It's your birthday today
and I cannot find a cause for celebration...

Bees busy themselves
with menial chores freely...

Because
is simply not good enough for him...

He left my rhythmic world
for something...

Fine
if this is how you want to play...

Hey there best friend
could you possibly wag your sharp tongue...

With bare, unthorned hands
he scraped my little bubblegum heart...

Yesterday,
...............you called me pretty...