It was the middle of may
And I was missing him
The willows cried with me
I remember
I told him my name was Louise Clarke
Pretty dainty name for a
Southern girl, he laughed
I told him,
with a dangerous smile,
to never associate that fragile word with me again
He instead called me delicate
Boy, that man got on my nerves
When he won my heart, he wore
the sigil of love upon his breast
That braggart
When he left this earth, he
must've dropped my heart and
shattered it during the ascent
That...
Person
I saw him in the birds, the bees, even, my god, the trees
Those tall tall evergreens
Oh yes, he was seen
