I have tried on many lives on my own.
Night falls, and curtains close on another.
In all the stars from the Milky Way,
Never seen one shine brighter than you.
The Big Dipper doesn’t smile the way you do,
Warm like a summer ray, you are July incarnate.
When I fled grad school to Cornell,
it was your face I missed.
On the slopes of the Rockies mountains,
the sight that unsteadied me was your face.
But when you left the city,
I think I forgot to remember you.
Is this emotion honest? Yes, I only borrowed the words.
Had to borrow some words to say how I feel.
July retreating into Fall.
If I could take us back to December, in the lounge,
I would in half a heartbeat.
If I can’t relate to you anymore,
who am I related to anymore?
Was there ever a long haul?
And I could’ve gotten on.
Or did I live in delusion?
Now and all my days.
NYC lights have nothing on you,
standing in the kitchen in your PJs.
When I met you I feared nothing,
As I knew you I feared death.
I came for the sights,
and wanted a ticket to the whole show.
What’s a lifetime of achievement, if I pushed
myself to the edge, while you waited and
grew in disappointment?