Five Going On Six, 1975

The yawning
       morning hours
brought me to
              see you.

How trite?  How quaint?

It was an event to remember,
Something not to forget.

Redundant?  Repetitive?

Last week, I spoke to
someone close to you.
This week, I saw someone
that is close to you.

The Carpenters sang
another tune, and
1970 was back again.

Do you love me?
Maybe you wouldn't understand.
Why do you keep coming back?
Because you saved me.

Do you love me?
I suppose so.
Why do you always write?
Because I don't have to speak.

Do you love me?
Three times you ask me.
Why are you upset?
Because I've never talked to you.

Music is my life.
Your music is my life.
Well then you love me.
I love your music.

Do you like speaking in riddles?

The yawning
       morning hours
brought me to
             see you.