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Caught on You
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2005 Standing alone once again
She covers her mouth with her hands
Shivering, hesitating across the street
On that cool, November morning.
Squirrels scurry up the trees
The pair of swans is resting
She throws the stale roll to the ducks
And carries on alone
Looking at the sky she pauses,
Trying to shape the cloud into a boy.
She left him behind with her old life,
Her pretty pink sheets and lipgloss.
But she’s caught on you,
A fish and a hook,
She can’t swim away
From your quirky little look.
“Back home” she says, “were the days
Where we would run and play.
Back home where the skies were blue
And you’d shape clouds into daisies.”
All she needs is a vision of you
Up above in the hazy sky.
But she can’t shape the clouds
She can’t do more than cry.
