What do you think when I come to mind?
I like to balance my thoughts, or so I’m inclined
Good times we shared, are you being kind?
Or are they bad and sad, becoming cut off and blind
The two steps between soon will be three
Unless you turn round and come back to me
What was the reason you decided to flee?
You knew from the start I must go to sea
There were two souls between us, now three
Will you rip out the one and set yourself free?
Cutting our limb off the family tree
Where our reconciliation is the only key
What do you think when we come to mind?
Will you balance our thoughts and let them bind?
Like they once were when we were combined
Instead, I have to sail away, and leave us behind
© 2011 Michael Yost