You move in waves.
You never retrace.
Your newest craze.
Straight out of the face by the bed unread.
I’m left behind,
like all the others.
Some fall for you,
it doesn’t make much difference if they do.
He changes everytime I look.
By summer it was all gone – now he’s moved on.
He called me every other day.
So savour it, it’s all gone – now he’s moved on.
So for a while,
everything seemed new.
Did we connect?
Or was it all just biding time for you?