Still Following Her Scarf through a Crowd

Swimming with Cindy
Magical summers lost,
Bike rides through the city
Laughing beneath autumn trees,
Dreams of parks and tennis courts
Still hurt my heart,

Paul Verlaine and Rimbaud days
Innocently writing poems
And singing songs…

I want to love someone
In an astonishing way
But all I embrace anymore
Is my darkness and obscurity.