I led
you followed 
in this 
we danced
this tango
this samba 
until the 
music stopped 
what then 
were we
just two 
bodies clinging 
like clothes 
on line 
now twisted 
and drying 
hands pulled 
us apart 
unclipped folded 
put away
to be 
worn again 
one day
for one 
more dance 
with another 

So pretty 
he was
pretty being
my eye 
not his 
for he
thought not 
interesting that 
convincing him 
he was 
even though 
I thought 
I tired
of thinking 
for two 
and surrendered
deciding that 
it was 
just easier 
to not 
just like 
he did 
causing us 
to didn’t 
after all

We’ve all experienced 
our own tragedies 
I’ve had mine 
you’ve had yours
sometimes at the 
hands of others 
sometimes at ours 
funny thing about 
tragedies they always 
seem most important 
to us and 
certainly more important 
than anyone else’s 
that’s a hint 
I think that 
maybe just maybe 
many aren’t really 
tragedies at all 
but experiences that 
we had that 
we decided were 
tragic when in
fact they were 
just living life 

I write this 
now not then
for the then
this will be 
will be this 
no more so 
this I want 
to keep when
then I won’t 
because I know 
that then this 
will be that
and that this
will be gone 
so please remember 
that this was 
and that this 
was then too

Of all 
of the 
prairie flowers 
you touched 
you picked 
me not 
for bouquet 
but plant 
just outside 
your bedroom 
to see
and smell 
first and 
last thing 
before you 
see or
saw more