Gord

2019-02-06 06:07 pm

Could I just wish? To be,
Mired forever in my thought,
Cubs would fish it seems;
Would one list, to be not?
On the fixtures glass,
Alike one's heart, an ass.
Like a bandage wonderful,
Placed over a chest, 
Healing hearts impass,
Task feeling, impossibly vast.
Please come back,
Please come back.
For all I want,
Is what lover's lack.

Could I just wish? I could,
Fish of this river forever,
Desiring one lost, to be not.
Would she list her lover first?
I would think so, deserved
For I have been gone,
A decade and more, lustrum.