Did I make you feel too crazy?
Did I begin to feel too old?
If I tried to make you happy
Would our future then unfold?
Was it something that we said?
Were your tears flowing untrue?
Were you only talking to the dead?
Did I work too hard for you?
When you were twenty-four
A link went missing from your jaw
You vanished out of sight and mind
The trail went cold and we went blind
Your suitcases packed for better times
I read between our blurring lines
Six years I dreamt your lover’s skin
Until the past became your king
You had your pleasure and your fun
Flirting beneath the summer sun
Then you returned on a hover train
So why are you back here again?
© Sean P. Ransom 23/5/2020