Scarborough Fair
It took you months to learn my name
it didn't seem to bother you
You showed no shame
I'm certainly not one for fame,
anway.
I rode my bike up the hill every week
for a simple twenty minute critique
Knocked on the door, not allowing myself
blood to the cheek
I sprayed perfume on a sweaty heart
Trying to cover every part,
I always got nervous watching your art.
Sweet coconut mango.
Time was never kind to us
nine years too late to fuss.
nine years too early to discuss.
correct in years and minutes
Scoping the terrain for your red block
so impatient I'd get down the tower to walk,
it wasn't easy so easy to summon you without
that knock
Sometimes you were grumpy
but I knew some tricks
Sometimes I was grumpy
so you would gently trail compliments
I always wished you would stay
but I think you knew it was right to
walk away
some things are not good to convey
I was on my tip toes
I could be in ballet
good enough actress
I'd make it on Broadway
I haven't seen you in months
Haven't spoken once.
Who, other than God, knows when we will meet
the future is never concrete
and our time will never feel complete
I don't describe you as a "nice guy"
because you're more
You're sweet.