When did I lose you?
When did I turn my back on you,
then turned around and you were gone?
When did any hint of recognition
leave your eyes.
When did I become a third wheel,
constantly turning out of place
in time and space.
When did this supple heart grow dried
and worn, to wither in the sun
like a weed.
When did I lose the will to be with you,
let the scales unbalance and my
love be cast aside in bitter rebuke.
When will I ever learn?