Twice-Told Tale.

It's this
Twice-told tale.
All your happiness,
It's poisoning me.
It's reaching into me,
Planting seeds, and they're sprouting,
Jealousy.
It's the
Why
That bothers.

Weren't we all
Happy
In the spring?

An autumn faerytale
I once believed.
Perhaps I've lost my
Faith.
It won't be long, now.
Soon we'll lose
Everything.

This spring.
Weren't we so
Happy?

The newness of it all,
It's shaking me.
The symphony of it all,
It's driving me.
I'm drowning in the sways
Of the oboe,
Lost in the choir,
Hiding in the crook of an arm
Of the piccolo player,
Take me home!

Springtime.
I was
So
Happy.

It's this
Twice-told tale,
Tedious,
You cannot pretend not to
Feel it, in you.
Time is running low,
There is not much left, I know.

Springtime?
We were all
Happy.

Once was a time
When love looked with the mind.
How do you heal a broken heart?
I'm losing
It.
Fearful of the
Promises we'll never make.

Wasn't I
So happy
In the spring?