This early poem is like an old friend that keeps revealing insights into the mystery of relationships-being the strong one today exuding strength and the next day not able to stand much less be of help to someone else.
The song in my head shouts "Last Call"
Up all night singin'
Shuffle my feet
Snap my fingers
That dark air dancin' all around my face
She says, "One more slow dance"
A flower falls from her hair
and I'm too slow to catch it
The petals on the rose fall apart
This time it's my turn
I dry her tears and pick up the pieces
I really thought I could catch
Every single rain drop
Of every single stinging second
Of every single stinging day