bobbed 14 years in mine ?
Who drew me flowers
and named me Queen?
Do I wish he didn’t own opinions
I cannot understand?
Do I fret to name the turning point?
Was it when he said
I don't care what you think?
When my heart leapt from the floor
like my dog at my step at the door?
Did the ties that bound us fray
moment by moment?
Or did all that bloomed
just suddenly die?
Did my boy leave before I knew?
Before I had time to say I love you, goodbye?
