It’s been years since I’ve seen you,
but I’m still wondering,
if you’re ever going to leave…
I can still take a deep breath,
and smell you.
It’s as if you’re sitting next to me
on that stoop,
The one you left me sitting on,
all those years ago.
This was after you had
whispered your intoxicating charms
like river water rushing over moss
covered rocks –
When the last of my will had floated away
with a falling leaf.
After that, the sacrificial web
was firmly spun.
But all good intent did not
our needs relieve.
So yes, I’m still wondering
If you’re ever going to leave…