Remember when you were a safe pair of hands?
a very lucky shot in the dark, a daily vacation?
Well I look at you now when the sands have shifted,
You remind me of you when you were a kind lover,
You, in the early stages of being smitten,
When your feelings were decorated with ardour,
Understanding with brilliance and voice full of expression.
When you could not let me walk away
without any efforts from you to allay my agitation.
And now you walk around, like any other infirm person,
any ordinary guy in his late x0s, just anyone,
But I still stand here pretending to not care,
And managing to steal seconds within these seconds,
when everyone finds occupation to busy themselves,
to look at you
Cuz you remind me of you!
When you weren't this who you are now,
& when your need for discovery of variety wore a concealing gown,
when you weren't in like Flynn and your infamy hadn't got around,
When your pots of vices weren't filled and only virtue poured down,
When I wasn't this lost in the fog & could be found,
When we were in for every penny, in for every pound,
When I hadn't discovered I was skating on thin ice,
When I wasn't the deer, in your headlights, caught dead on the ground.
But now that the calendar pages have shifted,
And if I can beg a chance & luck to re-choose,
I shall restrain myself your slightest acquaintance,
Cuz your closets boast worse dangers than skeletons.
But I don't blame you any further than I can see,
Should have known if I chose to lie down with dogs, I were to catch fleas,
can't blame the tea-pot and complain getting burnt,
Can't be flying with the crows & be surprised at getting shot.
You went heavy, with your inelegant reserve & gravity, on forming conjectures,
So, go ahead & name my refreshing candour, - rebelling impoliteness,
For you remind me of the one for whom contempt only deepens,
With time and farther knowledge of his character,
& I see you for you, salt in the wound,
I see who you remind me of,
- A fair-weather friend,
And as long as you remind me of you,
I shall no longer sail close to the wind.
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