I once fell head over heels for someone named Harry
A being I felt so magical that my cornea turned rose-tinted
He swoon me with words I long to hear
I was beautiful, pretty, mesmerizing, with sparkling eyes.
It was easy to fall in love with him, but it takes courage to consistently be loving towards this Harry
We circled around the sun for five times and a little more together
A story of pauses and returns, much like the beach and the tide
I am the beach and he the tide
I am still, always steady in my love for him
He, easily influenced by the moon
Us, a constant cruel push and pull dynamic
Which render me eroded
In my stillness then I began pondering
Is this really Harry?
The same magical Harry? Or is he now someone else?
Could he be captured by life and returned to me as an aloof, disengaging man?
This sixth journey around sun doesn't bring me joy anymore
My heart doesn't call out to him as loud
It keeps whispering, this is not Harry
Life has killed Harry, this one is not Harry
The whispers are getting stronger each time the moon pulls him away
Leave! Leave! Leave!
Leave, I have yet to decide
