Here I thought
our little connection
meant the world to you and me.
Somedays, like these days,
they pass right on through.
I can’t help myself,
but to put myself
in that place with you.
Love and all the sticky connections
I swear, I can’t help myself,
but to think of the days
when I was all up inside you
lost to time and the demands.
I could hold you close now,
there’s more than enough
free time on my hands.
Busy making beauties
I keep glancing,
up and over my broken shoulder
looking for the girl
who still always answers
the call or demand.
Dragonfly Poetry 