Penelope

You said we were in love
But when did you fall out? 
Was it that day in the park 
During the summer drought?
Or was it that night 
We had our first fight 
About something, I don’t even remember. 

Spring is the season of wind and light 
And for stargazing up into the bright night 
Spring is the season of weeds and seeds 
And for flowers to bloom and bleed 
Spring is the season of happiness and love 

There is a wall in my mind
It makes it hard to find 
The right words I want to say
And it seems to take all-day
Just to write one word 
But the vision in my head becomes blurred 
And the words become slurred 

Small tears like soft rain on an overturned bucket 
Fell from her sapphire eyes
She had loved once
She had opened her heart 
Only for it to be torn apart 
She had opened her mind
And yet she had been blind.

You pulled up in your old, green car and gave me that same look you used to give me so many years ago. You were the same. The same smile and striped shirt and curly hair. 

Her eyes were wide open and yet she saw nothing.