I

I can only say ‘What’sup’, you’ll hear
‘Do I ever get a smile’.

When you’re walking
that lock and fall tier,
seeing we move along, imperfect
and all, you still seem to haunt me. Still
when I look into the dark and see you
reflect back into the pool
beneath my open window.

There are days you’ll rob me blind
and others I’ll come to you.
There are days and there will be other times
that we’ll both act like children do.

The blinds, are nailed shut, directly, so soon after
the cool breeze accompaning an answer or confession.
Come on rolling through, all I say is ‘Catch me
later, right now I’m going to start
a new invention’. So you surry to the back
door, tell me to call, and retort with never-more.

II

This way I won’t know if it’s raining
or if you still move in that bedroom.
So now you tell me you were playing
and I’ll just have to be moving on.

Still when you were leaving, a smile
for the wise, you said
‘If only for a moment,
I did love you.’
I just said ‘Don’t worry ’bout that and why
should you be worrying anyway, that’s not you.’

We’ll both act like children do
on days when I love you
and you may even love me too.