You were paced so fast Yet let me sit a while Privileged that you would slow down and lend an ear to a trivial grievance Once, after-noon as we walked together, you, unwittingly, shook change of mood free from the branches of a tree it fell through my head But—of course— my eyes—enamored and busy— didn't see a thing

Then—what I hadn’t dared dream of— my laments were reciprocated to hear your rue was—is a gift beyond compare You supposed I was lending you an ear, you had no idea both were already yours to quick I had my biscuits then off you went You were the one who left yet I departed Discomfort supposedly to help me become How can I if you’re not there