I was a naive thing when you met me.

It was in that little shop on the corner of Black and Gay,

I’m sure you remember the one?

You walked in off the street in a cloud of misty fog.

There was danger in your smile,

mystery in your eyes.

I fell under your spell from that first hello.

Thought you set me free, but then you clipped my wings.

And the sad thing was, I was only deceiving myself.

You walked away on a cloudy day.

Now I’m back in that shop on Black and Gay.

Learning how to sing and how to dream.

No longer that young naive thing.

In my mind you’ll always be, shrouded in gray

forever walking away.

Copyright 2016 by C P Cabaniss