When asked I pretend I'm looking forward
I don't want to seem like damaged goods
But all the while I'm looking back over my shoulder
At what might have been but never was
No silver horned unicorn dancing in an emerald field
could make me believe again
Only the smell of your homemade soap can remind me of when the bloom was new
Only you holding my hand
Only your kiss can restore
Copyright - Kevin Watkins - 2011
