Oh, You Go Sailing

Too Much

We almost were

but you were not

ready for the end of days

you wanted to place me firmly in your camp

and be free to wander the woods

in search of something, I don't know

I waited years in rain and snow

I missed you, though

you did not come back for me

except to ask

"Isn't she perfect for me?"

she is, indeed, my love

she simply fits you like a glove

I've waited, waited long enough

goodbye, my dear

I hope you know

my love was vast, just my patience short

I wish you would have taken time to sort

and realized just how you felt

and understood the blow you dealt

you didn't then

and you won't now

I just cannot allow

my thoughts to wander back to you

and your sweet smile, laugh, and such

my dear, it simply is too much