those were good days,
when we tried to be alone together.
and it flew by,
but we tried to hold the best of it
so I miss you.
untethered to the history,
unbroken by the mystery.
you were so brave
and I was so young.
I thought me unlovable,I thought you more beautiful
than harvest moon or starry nights
or the dew burning off the corn in the morning sun.
that was my time,
but I held it too tight
and it broke free.I thought it might last,
I guess I was wrong.
so now it takes the best of me
and makes it like te rest of me;
empty and aching and wanting and