i wonder if you still go to that park.
the one with the eucalyptus trees
lining that stretch of road.
i wonder if you still remember
that windy day
where you told me
how afraid you were
that i’d change my mind about you.
that i’d realize you were too much;
too crazy or too wild,
or maybe just too much woman
for me.
i wanted desperately to stop you there
and pull you into my arms
and whisper the things
i know
our hearts both knew.
but i put my arm around you
and drew you closer.
you probably didn’t feel it
but i gently kissed the top of your wild, wonderful hair
and told you that you would never be without me,
not a million years.
don’t cry, darling.
don’t remember
and weep.
if there is one thing i can tell you
about being second
is that you always have
what is left behind.
i wonder if you still go to that park.
the one with the eucalyptus trees
lining that stretch of road.
~lt
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