I can see

She flies through the sun

Wings spiral beat bright blue sky 

Nothing stays the same 

“You don’t like who you are?

You don’t have to be her anymore”

Her brown eyes

wide

and the sparkle went out

And ships sailed

To and from the port and

Her brown eyes were

red

You wrote a poem about me

It wasn’t very good

You said I made you a tortured poet

Then laughed

And it’s all a blur-

Isn’t it