It's been so long.
Not since you left me smiling,
my empty face reflecting your own.
Once I could reach over your fence
to paint your tulips
red-golden in the truant sun.
Now it shuts me out.
Is your fence taller or my arm shorter?
No matter.
I am left with memories bright like
Chico blue sky, red apple orchards,
you on a good day...
I try to fit the pieces together
like a broken puzzle.
How did it come apart?
Endless questions chase empty answers,
and through the long nights
I find it easy to hate you.
It wasn't right, what you did to me,
but I find
I want you back.
