I know I’ve said it before,
she would always task me with more,
it became a burden to her,
it became a love for me.
I’d want only her sympathy,
and love would follow then,
for the days I know now,
travel in tandem with misery.
I sometimes am able to smile,
to know those moments were true,
if only I might have one more dance
that mystery and beauty in your eyes.