#14-A

Trapped and dreaming in pleasant breeze,
Like cocktail hour on a beach,
I listen to the birds while they sing to each other,
Falling more and more in love
With each other.

Then I remember.
Of course I remember.
You can't help but remember.
Its the love we had that I remember.

Its everywhere now.
In the breeze, in the trees, in the
Songs sung by the birds.

Animals, they love one another.
No strings attached.
The love one another in spring.
After that, it's finished. Done.
No goodbyes.
Regrets.

We're not like that.
You and I.
We swung hard words at each other,
Like boxing punches,
Trying to knock the other out of love first.
You won.
I got stuck with the pain.
I was left the hot burn of lost love.

But that's what happens in love.
You play to win,
But sometimes you lose.

Singing softly, the birds seranade one
Another. But, all they want
Is a good fuck.
Then they're done.
There's no real love.

At least I had that.