Oh I wonder 
best left not 
leave it be 
and then me
to my devices 
I do miss 
no longer yearn
or even long 
for that place 
known as yours 
is no more 
just covered up 
by doily or 
sheet and shut
behind the door 

Pass having been 
passed now past
such are stops 
on the trolley 
line of love 
each little one 
finds shops and 
souvenirs and trinkets 
nothing really necessary 
and quickly forgotten 
once the bud
becomes the bloom
became the vine 
and the fall 
of disappointments wind
blows it away 

This world 
full of
magic and 
miracles why
can’t you 
see look
just look 
face out
of phone 
and see
there’s nothing 
in there 
that isn’t 
already here 

Such a strange 
time we live 
when kindness and 
frivolity are frowned
upon and under
suspicion it’s almost 
like happiness has 
become a disease 
oh so sad
this world now 
just a rock
where we stand 
until at last 
we don’t anymore 

Well you know 
I didn’t come 
here to find 
you I came 
here to find 
me and you 
found me by
me finding myself 
first funny that