I Met My Downfall When I Met You

Every year I start to wonder

If there is an end to this charade

So many comical blunders

A clumsy confetti-filled parade

Ready to cross the threshold

Proceed into the great unknown

Ready to do what I’m told

Until I master the art of being alone

These hands have held lovers

My arms have kept them all warm

Each one replaced the other

I so deftly contoured to their form

As I search for a meaning

Within the elusive fountain of truth

Hear words worth repeating

I met my downfall when I met you