Now That You're Gone

Funny how we don't want things
Until they're gone,
We think we can do without a little rag
Until it's thrown away.
Not that you're a rag,
How rude of me.
But you've always been there,
In the background
To pick me up
After scraped knees,
Broken wrists,
Crippled feet,
A smashed-up person.
And all that I did
Was wave it off with a thanks.
And now your heart
Belongs to another,
A beautiful other might I add.
You yearn for her
And now I am in the wings
To lovingly gather you up
When you fall down.
Tables turned.
If only for a dream wherein
You should not kiss me
Because then perhaps that dream
Might be reality,
And we can pick each other up,
Eye to eye,
Nose to nose,
Palm to palm,
Lips to lips,
Heart to heart.
In hope it all turns North
Not South.
In hope that after two rambling paths cross
Thy run together to the horizon.
In hope that two,
Who for so long looked upon the other
In distant adoration
Dance together
No longer
Alone.