Her hero's gone away,
Will he come back another day?
She could not say.
So this is how it ends,
My last few poems have been pretty dull,
All this self pity,
Quite unlike me,
It's not all bad,
If I knew all the answers
To every question you'd ever asked, thought or imagined,
Would it change how things are now?
If I could stop time, speed it up or slow it down
I miss you so much,
As if we were fresh young lovers.
Who would guess we've got nearly two years of history behind us,
That we're not actually together.