"It was good,"
you say.
If it was so good
then why
can't you follow me home?
Why can't you stop time
and be mine again?
"Something
is always
in the way,"
you tell me.
The moon
isn't right.
The timing is poor.
Did you know
that I put this dress
on for you?
I'm wearing these shoes
that pinch my toes.
I'm standing on one foot
contorting
rearranging
for you
never complaing.
When I leave
it feels like you followed me
this time
But I know
that you
stayed behind.