It is oh so so difficult
To remember you
When you offer nothing whatsoever in return
Though, as if coming here
To sit beside falling water
Would do anything, but add
To the sorrow of separation
I once was a complicated soul
Yet, right now, I don't believe
That I ever did deny that
Although, yes, you might well say
That I have become
Even more deeply enamoured
With the after-effects of duplicity
In my attempts at creative writing
But, inside
I feel to be a somewhat gentler soul
You see, I am happy
To sit here beside the river
To know that somewhere behind me
The star-shaped leaves
Are drifting, like angels, to the ground below
To let everyone know
That once our love most definitely touched
What oh so so many modern dreamers
Today still dream of
