wishing wishes
for those days
when life made sense
thinking thoughts
that tear at me
for the things
I failed to be
how I do desire
the damp dreary days
of february
when my forlorned
fallen face
is commonplace
when no one intrudes
to question
what’s the matter
when they see
the tears I cry
no one asks me why
because all around
are caught up in the blues
oh if only
you could find it
in your heart
to forgive
this sadly lost
and broken man
who much too late
understands
he was a fool
and in his sorrow
understands
why you refuse
but how I wish
ill-tempered weather
would ensue
to drive the joyful
all around me
to indoor spaces
so I’d be spared
the pain
of smiling faces
and the bitter
bitter memory
of losing you
