The other day
After an eternity, or was it a June and a may?
Like a long lost drop of stale dew
Came her message, out of the blue
The words were simple and O-so-few
… How are you?
Staring at the words do dark and clear
The music of raindrops I could hear
From the days when me and her were there
Which today I don’t know was exactly where
When she were what I saw everywhere
Confessions she had of her own share
Yet when I said it guess it wasn’t fair
For
She hadn’t looked at me that way
And her heart rested somewhere far away
Then what for those glimpses and times at day
When I was the one come what problem may
And with me in bright sun or clouds grey
Then things she said would never say
I could never forget, are here to stay.
Of selfishness, and calculating
Misinterpretation and self pleading
Of childishness and inappropriating
She seemed to know me pretty well
Hiding it all in the heart of a shell
But why would she ask if already knew
Oh so very well, How are you ?
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