Amnesiac

Amnesiac

Amnesiac

The spring in my step
spewed blossoms
onto the side walk
and the breeze
played havoc on your hair
Full of mouth I spilled words
And then
A pair of eyes  
behind the wheel

The traffic stood watch
at the murder of raindrops
by the windscreens
But wiped and ready
to see you
bang the door
and cross

So I drove round
As the clock on Time Square
turned a decade
and the season
The season
repeated itself
like an amnesiac