i once found a girl who wasn't there
with knowing eyes and see through hair
in promenade through visions past
from a world that wasn't there
eleven years ago today
with plans to go she promised to stay
but couldn't take my breath away
with a kiss that wasn't there
encouraged anew to set apart
to replace an ending that wouldn't start
complacent dreams are all that's left
of a fate that wasn't there
and all aflutter from staring down
in restless slumber and thoughts aloud
the life and love she never found
from a man who wasn't there
20 mi bike, yard work, etc
