fall from love

i'm all things
to all men,
to the other girl
i might have been.
just a sweetish scent
of rum on breath,
i still sit up
each time I smell it,
i smell your perfume
every day.

i dreamed of sadness
as you kissed me
tried to steal me
from this past,
and all the nothings
you could offer?--
just a blur
as you sped off,
disappeared
into the evening.
i lose your face more
every day.

that feathertouch,
your yellow eyes--
they're gone now
and I'm not your lover
gone now, and
i never was;
i was just boots
and one night dancing
to make it so
we couldn't sleep.
and I sleep well now
every day.