Sometime In the Past
there was a time in the distant past
when love was sweet, a lover’s delight;
there was a time when I sang my song
and how you laughed like a child.
was it because I,
with my boyish grin,
in those old, tattered pants
and a stance so dream-like,
sang out of tune?
I used to wonder then
but now I vaguely remember:
you never really liked my singing,
that was true, for I was not much
of a singer then and even now.
yet, did I not see
a glitter in your eyes,
a dance on those lips,
a rhythm in your smile
when I was through
singing my love song?
you were a child then,
not really knowing how
it felt to love and be loved
for the world was so hard
for you to understand.
there's a space between us,
you said, and love is just
a crazy notion only for fools.
you did not see how it hurt me
to be left with my love hanging,
dreams thoroughly shattered
and hopes completely dashed
to vanish into the wind.
now in the haze of my memory,
you, you somehow remain as if
you have not truly gone away,
but after the quiet of the evening
dawn comes and with it reality.
with a bittersweet sigh fit for the ages:
if tomorrow finds me with a new love,
I will have a ready smile, I’m sure,
for I have learned my lesson well
sometime in the past with you.
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