draft 1:

so maybe nature knew all along
you would find me – in a way

Every year of my life I had known
Nothing of you, with certainty, but
with certainty now, I am nothing to you
but your quiet summer dalliance.
we are colored – in a way
by a transient breadth of love
at the end of love’s breath.
you’ll always love something more
after it has left.

so maybe nature knew all along
it would find my weakness – in a way.

draft 2:

so maybe nature knew all along
I would find you – in a way.

Every year of my life I had known
Nothing of you, with certainty, but
With certainty I am nothing to you now,
but your quiet summer dalliance.
We are colored – in a way
by a transient breadth of love
at the end of love’s breath.

We don’t cry for the sun
til after darkness strikes,
maybe you were always
a creature that lurked – in a way
that I happened to catch a glimpse of
In the rarity of day.

so maybe nature knew all along,
we were fated to cross, but never to stay.

Draft 3:

so maybe nature knew all along
I would find you – in a way.

I took the sun for granted.
Granted, til darkness struck.
and you struck me as a
creature that lurked – in a way
that I happened to catch a glimpse of
in the rarity of day,
that I missed all the more in the dead of night.

Before, I had known
Nothing of you, with certainty, but
With certainty I am nothing to you now,
but your quiet summer dalliance.
I am stained – in a way
by the transient breadth of love
at the end of your love’s breath.

maybe nature knew all along,
we were fated to cross, but never to stay.

draft 5:

so maybe nature knew
I would find you – in a way.

I took the sun for granted.
Granted, til darkness struck.
and you struck me as a
creature that lurked – in a way
that I happened to catch a glimpse of
in the rarity of day, and
that I missed all the more in the dead of night.

Before, I had known
Nothing of you, with certainty, but
With certainty I am nothing to you now,
but your quiet summer dalliance.
I am stained – in a way
by your transient breadth of love
in what should have been love’s breath.

maybe nature knew all along,
we were fated to cross, but never to stay,
and maybe most things are meant to be that way.