Sure I Do Poem by Bill Galvin

Her name came up today…
That Lady down by the Bay.

Wonder what could have been;
Wonder what that was, even.
Don't know if it could have been more,
Me and that Lady, down by the shore.

Looking at the bottom of this empty glass,
Still waiting for the memory to pass.
Life can come at us real fast sometimes,
You can miss, or misread, some road signs.

No, I don't hear from her much anymore,
A couple of written words here and there;
Quiet as a church mouse, busy as a bee;
Out of sight, and a long way off is she.

My heart is planted in Dylan's "Highlands";
I guess that's better than where it could be;
It's nothing serious… there were few plans;
It's just life happening to her, and to me.

Wind filled our sails, but it was only a gust;
I didn't see that the waters were shallow.
The pastures looked green, but soon turned to dust,
And now the untilled fields all lie fallow.

Still working on what it is, or, what it was,
On whether it's imagined, or a just cause;
Some days I see; things are perfectly clear;
There are some days I fear,
I just haven't a clue.
What? Do I still?
Of course… sure I do…
She's special… and dear…
I always will.