You are not for me.
I thought you were
When I met you in Winter.
But, now in Sping
I know you more,
And it is better
We are not together.
Perhaps when, once again,
The leaves begin to
Brown, gold and red,
And the sun isn't so hot,
You'll sweat less around me and
I'll notice that your eyes reflect the sky.
You'll lend me your jacket
Because I am not prepared for the cold.
You'll remember to wear the cologne I bought you last year.
I'll remember that I love you in blue,
And why the thing we call "chemistry" still is a sphynx.
You close to me,
And the power of Pi will remind me,
This is who you are.
(image, green woman by Tyler McCoy)