And there he sits, diminished in size in my
The same smile, the same seductive charm.
The same patter of words to make a
And I was once beguiled by these sweet
A lifetime ago, a slave to emotions;
Desiring nothing, but to be by his side.
Clear realism doused that flame of desire;
Today reaffirming, affectionate feelings for
him, are all dead.
He senses I want to move right away, I say
But yes, he has already taken too much away.
I want to fly to the hills of Akrounta,
Leaving him to wonder at what might have