sparrow

Sparrow-
girl I have been thinking about you
again, as I often do in summer.
Thinking about you & how you broke all
our hearts, strung up on a
daisy chain,
erratically
skippingbeats

(You twirled on the
trampoline,
off cen-
ter swinging your
thin arms, and those
wide brown eyes blinking quick-
ly then you gave me
your coat & we
skippedstones)

You threw me off-ba-
lance then c-
caught
me

laughing.

The words, the poems.
The moon-
light over the pond &
the sun-
set over the bridge You
got me lost then
we played music quite loudly
But then You lost your-
self
So

Maybe
this is one of
those wounds
that never
fully heals