Cycle

You were a little late that night
You were right about that
Leaned into my sympathies
That you no longer had
Like falling awake
My eyes open wide
And able to say it
When I realize
It's gone

And later on, it's spring
You arrived
For going free
See the longing rise
And land
We were always good friends
But we left it all on the floor
These strange cycle romances