girly

3 girls wanted me to write a poem for each one of them when i first started writing. they were all pretty terrible, this was the least terrible.

met you just the otherday
and already for a start
my thoughts
my breath
my soul
my heart
you've already took away

on day we'll purchase
Jembeas
Dumbeas
Gumbeas
and on Sundays
you can hear us play
beneath the silver birches
as the birds sing as they may

one day
one day
one day
we'll grab our stuff
and run away

and there we'll stay
till the end of my days
your days
our days
some day
one day
we'll be gone
but our song
will remain
drifting in the air
between the falling drops
of the cold November rain.