You pause and relay the words I told you, 

instructions for swordplay with the stars. 

Fragile dewdrop roll down the hourglass 

nailed tightly on the rooftop near your bed. 

The tangled affair that you think private, and I tell you to beware ‘cause I know. 

You’re not in wonderland; dance without a care. Anticipate the backhand and fall off the edge. You were so close-knit and felt so square, 

keeping your secrets twilit and triangular. 

Above, whirling turns with your circular classical crooning, something sweet I could swing every day. 

He’s so your sweetheart; angles acute and astronomical.

Back then, you used to outsmart olives and Oliver.

Drive the Mustang to his spaceship landing dock instead.

Always comes back; boomerang let out into the lake.

My future: is bleak when you’re not wistfully with me.

Down the drain goes my physique after you.