Never Before, or, Waiting

I sang love first, but your music rose above mine;

It sang such a prettier tune, a jewel of a song

And washed the words of mine away, and swept 

away with it, went my heart

The sun seemed to dance in step, I was in love!

Who but us for there to be; a song quiet, a song loud—

the perfect harmony, who knew it felt so good to drown;

The trills of heaven didn’t hold a candle!

I loved for is, for what did, for what used to be

I drank the words you spilled from your lips

your lips like the sea, ocean-sweet and 

How I waltzed! Never had a feeling been so strong!

Excited I was to scream to the skies that I, me, 

the hopeless romantic, was the one to love you first!

By God, I’d never seen a smile so wide on my face

I knew what it meant to be content, to be happy!

The wrinkle of your nose! The brightness of that laugh;

How could anything be so absent of flaws?

And that smile, so cute, so perfect, for that only

I would stay awake and dream

And so I skipped all the way, following your tune,

Humming a bit to myself, but hearing your song all the way

But somehow, someway, fate had been an adversary

And when I reached you, we weren’t alone

Alas, someone had heard your song before me

and you had heard his song before mine—I was late

So I switched my tune, did a backstep, and turned around,

and walked away to the sound of your dwindling rhythm

which had with it laced, someone else…