I wanted to sing a song

with her name in it,

just didn’t know what

to put around all the words.

I could hear her in my mind,

listen quietly,

you can hear in the silence

of a soft summer breeze.

I knew love once,

it existed in the paths

that wound through the woods

the eternal stairwell

that would rise and fall,

and look picturesque

in the autumn leaves.

I don’t wish for this pain,

this sort of inspiration.

I don’t ask to feel

so miserable

I can’t even imagine

waking to the breaking morning.

I knew someone once,

it seemed to be a mistake,

she left us all too quickly,

so much I envied her.

I wanted to sing a song,

I could wish only her name.