Isn’t it strange?
So strange?
That after all this time
A smile is all I get?
That after all the history
My arm can’t go past your elbow?
Come on,
I thought we had chemistry!
In fact,
One full of mystery!
Then why do you give me the shoulder,
That was once oh so tender?
But you returned didn’t you!
They said you would sue
That it’s you I used.
Touched.
Probed.
Poked.
Then robbed?
But you sobbed
So they had to believe,
That relief
Wasn’t what I claimed to give.
Isn’t it strange
That after I held out my palm
You flew?
Up…
Up…
And away…
Leaving me with no calm.
The sky seemed so bright
Lights.
Camera.
Action.
But just for a while.
Then the clouds.
Then the darkness.
Then the fall.
And back onto my palm again.
And onto the page
And onto the blog.
Isn’t it strange?
How we always end up together?
How our letters always cross
And fall into a perfect simple symphony
Of words so sweet
So…
So…
Strange…
