Tuesday, June 04, 2013

She will, won't she?

She would try to stop you
from touching her face
She would threaten
to leave just once
and then she would, in grace

She would let you say things
but doubt if you mean it
And if you did
she always hid
that she'd really seen it

She always knew, more than you
how much you thought of you two
She knew her limits,
she knew your powers,
and knew of the future too. 

And then she took on a plane and left
and promised to come with an answer
and you waited
breath abated
on jumpy toes of a dancer.