it was a year

It was the best of years
The worst of years
It lent itself easy to paraphrase

Call me Bartleby 
Call me anything
People just don't share their feelings

They leave them inside
So they don't catch a burning sun 
And get left alive alone for winter

Falling in love and falling apart
Picking up the pieces
In looking we find, but ever
Do we find the missing?

I wish I could see you again 
Eyes of sapphire green and pink sleeves
Eating pizza and talking of Michaelangelo 

These canned peaches 
Were really something
And I'm just left drawing the label