My love doesn’t go away
Even though I pray every day
I keep trying to lose you
I’ve misplaced you as best I can
There you are again
Not even the littlest bit tucked away
Despite how much I try
Tomorrow’s another day
Shall I attach you to another?
Tie you to a whale and send it away?
Or hitch you to a donkey?
And let you sit and wail away?
All to find you return
In another form someday?
To lose it seems so fatal
But in death there is rebirth
Like a phoenix from the ashes
It doesn’t reside in your favorite shirt
Perhaps I should not lose you
There’d be nothing left to gain
But a empty space where you resided
So I’m holding out my hand
Little Mouse
October 18, 2007