her

its a certain shade of burgandy
that reminds me
or a quiet bench
in moonlight
that reaches back
across the years and miles
to another woman
i was trying to be
when i found myself
with myself
on a bench
in the moonlight
in the english countryside
almost wearing
a certain shade of burgandy
reminding me
no matter who i was trying to be
i wasn't what i wasn't
and couldn't be
though i tried
and wanted to
and loved
what was happening
on that bench
in the moonlight
in the english countryside
with her